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Firsts
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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REMINDER:This story takes place in Darkprism's Monoshizukanohi Universe. Though the appearances of Monoshizukanohi locations in this series of stories is minor, it does exist and that world belongs to her. She graciously allows me to play.

Secondly, this story is relatively tame, but the boys ARE, technically, underage . So, technically, I need to add the "minor" warning.

Real warnings for this chapter: Language, HJ, Frot, Oral, Anal, pain.

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When they got to the bedroom, Hayate wasted no time stripping the blanket from the top bunk and grabbing the pillow. He tossed them on the floor and turned to Izumo.

Zumo, meanwhile had dug out the box he'd stuffed in his drawer and as he handled it, nervousness started to set in. It was one thing to do this with Tetsu - he didn't have to worry about how good he was or what he did. He knew Tetsu would never laugh or anything.

And somewhere deep down, he knew Yate wouldn't, either. But he was still nervous. He fumbled with the box, ripping it in his efforts to get the stupid thing open and still hadn't managed to get it far enough to actually get anything out of it. His hands were starting to shake when the box was plucked out of them.

Hayate calmly opened the box and pulled a couple of the condoms out, tossing them down next to the pillow. "Do you have lube?" He asked, just as calmly and Izumo had a moment to be annoyed.

"How can you be so composed?" He asked with an irritated scowl and Hayate pulled him close. But when his boyfriend's arms were wrapped around him and he was up against that incredible body, he felt the tremor. "Oh," he breathed. He looked up into Hayate's face, at those dark eyes and just� stopped.

God, he did love this boy� man.

He swallowed hard, feeling very briefly like he was somehow betraying Kotetsu, which was ridiculous. They were just friends. Best friends, maybe. And maybe they'd had sex, but they were just friends.

He shook the silly feeling off and leaned up, laying his lips gently on Yate's. He felt the emotions, poured his own into it and hoped Hayate understood it. He could barely breathe for how hard that realization had hit him.

The kiss morphed, heat flared and what started out as gentle and wondering turned into sharp need quickly. Izumo's cock, which had started to flag with the nervousness hardened fast and he moaned as want flew through his body.

"God, Zumo," Hayate moaned. He grabbed at Zumo's shirt, pulling it over his head, Zumo returning the favor and separating them for a very few seconds. Then they crashed together again and their tongues fought for dominance as belts were attacked and buttons pulled. There was a pop somewhere along the way and then the sharp rasp of zippers in a room that was only otherwise occupied by gasps and groans.

And then they were naked and flush up against each other again. "Yate�" Izumo nearly whimpered, incapable of much more when his cock rubbed against the other's. He wrapped a hand around his boyfriend's hard length and stroked it a few times, but Hayate pulled it away.

"Won't last if you do that," he warned. "Too� worked� up�" he said between bites and nibbles.

Izumo swallowed hard, digging deep for some form of control. He pulled away long enough to dive for the bunk bed and the bottle under the pillow then was back and Hayate was pulling him down onto the blanket on the floor. "Want to taste you," Yate murmured and then Izumo nearly shouted at the feel of the warm, wet mouth surrounding him.

"Oh fuck Yate!" Izumo unconsciously bucked up into Hayate's mouth his hands threading through the thick dark hair. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." It turned into a mantra, a litany of sounds as the mouth on him sucked and worked him over. He felt the tongue slide along the underside of his dick and he nearly screamed, then. He stared down at the top of the dark head and watched it bob as the mouth attached to it devoured him.

"Stop. Oh God, stop, Yate, stop!" He pulled on the hair, tugging harder than he meant to, but he was already getting so close.

Hayate moved off of him, then and he sat up, capturing Yate's lips and losing himself again in that wonderful mouth. "Mmm. I could kiss you all day," Hayate murmured and Izumo pulled back to look at him. The look in Yate's eyes nearly made him crazy and he brought his mouth back in and attacked, this kiss hard and full of teeth.

His cock dribbled pre-cum in a steady stream now; he was so hard it nearly hurt. He needed desperately. Needed Hayate, needed to feel this person that he loved. But he wanted to taste, too. He pushed Hayate over, kissing his way down his boyfriend's body, nibbling here and nipping there. He paused to tongue one nipple and thrilled at the sharp gasp that he got from it. He gave the same to the other then continued down over the pale skin.

He didn't give himself time to think or wonder or worry, he opened his mouth and swallowed as much of it as he could. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, the taste and feel incredible to him, earning himself a hiss. He slid his mouth off, then back down again and tried to relax a little to take more in. When he managed, his nose touching hair, Hayate let out a loud "very FUCK, Zumo!"

He was able to suck lightly, move his mouth off and back down once more then his hair was being pulled, much like he'd done to Yate and he backed off. Hayate sat up and pulled him close again, lips claiming.

Claiming him. That's what it felt like. Those lips moved over his neck and down, then sucked a bit of the skin into Yate's mouth hard enough to break blood vessels and mark. "Mine," Hayate whispered against the bruise and Izumo felt a shiver run through him.

"Yours," Izumo agreed, his hands spearing through the mass of unruly hair. When Hayate pulled back, Izumo leaned in and put his own mark on the other's pale skin. "Mine," he said, echoing his boyfriend's sentiments.

"Yours," Hayate murmured. "Only yours," he whispered and the fast and hard slowed to soft in a blink.

Hayate pulled Izumo closer, wrapping him into a tight hold, their lips brushing, nibbling, and loving. Their hands smoothed over each other's bodies, feeling, exploring and learning. Fingertips touched muscles, dips and ridges drawing new gasps.

Somewhere along the line, Hayate lay back down, pulling Izumo with him and the skin to skin contact brought the need and want close enough to the surface to eclipse any prior thoughts of going slow. Hayate grabbed Izumo's hand and guided it toward his entrance.

"Zumo�" he said. That was all; just his name and Izumo knew what he wanted. He grabbed the bottle on the floor next to them and sat up enough to open it. One of Yate's hands threaded through Izumo's hair and played with it as he worked to ready his lover, his boyfriend's eyes glued to Izumo's face.

Hayate watched the play of emotions as they crossed Zumo's features: the worry, the want and the need and when his lover glanced up and those warm brown eyes met his, the love. He felt his breath hitch and stutter in his chest. He'd almost fucked this up, almost lost this person.

Then his thoughts derailed completely when he felt the fingers probing and stretching. He closed his eyes, his back arching when one of them hit the bundle of nerves. A loud moan escaped and the hand he had buried in Zumo's hair tightened. "God, baby�" he breathed.

Izumo relaxed a little at those words, at the knowledge that he'd caused that kind of pleasure. But his nervousness got worse again when he moved into position. He shook just a little, his hands not quite steady.

Hayate apparently saw it and rolled them. He kissed Izumo again, another slow, soft and thorough one guaranteed to scramble Zumo's brain.

And it succeeded. Izumo found himself on his back with Yate moving down slowly onto his cock.

"Oh God, Yate�" Izumo moaned loudly. His hands went to Hayate's hips, and the taller boy paused when he was all the way down. Both gasped for breath, both fighting for that tenuous and ever elusive control.

"You feel so good, Zumo," Hayate whispered before he began moving. Yate rose up then lowered himself again, staying slow, and Izumo could tell by the look in Yate's eye that it wasn't just for his, Izumo's, control.

After only a few more of these, however, Izumo was sure he was going to go insane and he squeezed Hayate's hips in his hands. He sat up, pulling Yate in for a kiss and tried to guide his lover's hips in a faster pace. "Need more of you," Izumo moaned. "Please�"

And so he gave, and Izumo took. When Hayate lifted his hips up, Izumo lay back again and started thrusting up into him, needing more, pushing for that pleasure. He wanted, no, demanded Yate's moans and gasps.

Hayate leaned back a little, bracing himself on Zumo's thighs and started to ride with abandon. "Oh God, Zumo. Oh�fuck�" His head fell back, the muscles in his belly and legs bunching with strain as he moved his body.

"Yate�" Izumo warned. He tried to slow it down, tried to draw it out, this, their first time together, but it was no use.

No matter how good the intentions are, the body has its own agenda. The pleasure still built, still drew them in and Hayate's nails dug into skin as their movements sped up and need took over. Moans got louder, rhythms broke and thrusts became erratic. "Oh God, Yate�" Izumo moaned as Hayate rode his lover hard.

"Yes, Zumo! Oh fuck, Zumo� I'm� I'm� oh GOD!" Hayate's eyes flew open in shock as his body shuddered and shook, he slammed down onto Izumo hard once more and his cock released a huge spray of cum, coating Izumo's chest and stomach in the thick white liquid.

The sight of Hayate coming with nothing other than Izumo's body buried inside him was a heady thought that took the building pleasure, tightening balls and nerves that were just on a razor's edge and threw them over that edge and into an intense orgasm. Zumo shouted his lover's name, surging up into him, his back arched, head thrown back, hands tight enough to bruise and sight disappearing.

At some point, he became aware that Hayate was laying on top of him and he had a disconnected thought that he was still a mess and should clean up, but he couldn't make the idea land anywhere in his brain. His arms were wrapped around his lover, they were half on and half off of the blanket and the pillow was nowhere to be found. And he was in heaven.

Izumo had to clear his throat twice before he could force sound out. "Yate?"

"Dear God, what was that?" Hayate asked from Izumo's neck.

"Um� besides the fact that we, well, we had sex?" Izumo asked, amusement playing at the edge of his tone. At Hayate's nod, he said, "Well, you have more experience than I do. I have no idea."

There was a quiet chuckle. "Actually, I don't. Now, anyway. I said I'd had sex with one person and that was true. But it was only ever once."

"Oh." Izumo said, feeling ridiculously good about that. "I take it that didn't happen last time?"

"No. But then again, I, um, topped, too." Hayate still hadn't moved and Izumo quite couldn't blame him. He'd be just as comfortable if he were there.

Izumo blinked. "Oh." He said again. The idea that he was Yate's first top rolled around his head for a moment looking for a place to take hold before, it, too, gave up. "I� um�" He tried again, feeling rather unintelligent in that moment, though he supposed that was acceptable after the mind-blowing orgasm he'd just had.

"Well, um�" Izumo started again then just stopped trying to think. He felt good, incredibly so, both physically and emotionally. Instead he did the only thing his brain could come up with and that was kiss any part of Hayate he could reach.

Yate's fingers traced light patterns on the shoulder not currently under his face, dropping his own kisses on the skin in front of him. He sat up a little and looked down into Izumo's face. He brushed at the bangs that never seemed to stay away and leaned in to kiss. When they pulled back, his finger traced the bruise on Izumo's neck in silence.

A moment later, he eased himself off and stretched out alongside of the other boy. He wrapped Izumo in his arms. "I'm afraid I'm rather selfish," he began, sighing.

Izumo tangled their legs together and snaked his arm around Hayate. "Oh?" He asked, burying his face in the other's chest and dropping random kisses across it.

"Mmm. I don't want to share you. I told you once I don't want to get between you and Tetsu and that's true." He sighed. "And� well, I won't lie and tell you that it doesn't bother me just a little that you sleep next to each other, but�" he squeezed his arms when Izumo inhaled to argue. "But, I understand, at least to a point. I understand why you do and I will deal with it because I don't want to lose you. And I won't make you choose."

Izumo closed his mouth, swallowing the comments he was going to make. They both knew who he'd choose, if he were forced. Rather than address that, he took a deep breath. "I can understand, actually, the� 'selfishness' as you're calling it. I� wouldn't be happy about it if you were in my place. I can only promise you that nothing more than sleeping will ever happen. I hug him to calm him down the rare times the nightmares break through, anyway, but that's all."

Hayate nodded. "I can live with that." He paused for another of those slow, mind scrambling kisses. When they broke apart they simply stared at each other for another few moments. "I love you, Izumo."

"I love you," Izumo replied and snuggled into Hayate's chest.

They lay quietly for a few moments then Hayate chuckled. Izumo looked up with a raised eyebrow. Yate reached up past Izumo's head and picked something up. When he held it up, Izumo snickered which turned into chuckles and eventually a full laugh.

He was holding up the condoms, still in their packages.

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Kenji grinned. "Yes, about that 'little more'," he said and dove in for another kiss.

Kenji pulled back and grinned down at Kotetsu. "How about you lock the front door� just in case?"

"That's probably a good idea. The other two have a lot more warning if she decides to come home early." Kotetsu dropped a playful smack on Kenji's ass and he sat back so Tetsu could stand. "I mean, I know she's okay with this, but there's a difference between being okay with it and walking in on us. And�and this is really embarrassing - she bought us condoms."

"You're kidding," Kenji said, his mouth hanging open.

Tetsu shook his head. "Nope. We went in to brush our teeth last night and they were in the medicine cabinet. Along with a ridiculously big bottle of lube."

"Oh my god. I think if my mom did that, I'd die of embarrassment," Kenji said from the couch.

"I think we both nearly did." Kotetsu said, twisting the knob lock and throwing the deadbolt, for good measure. He chuckled at the memory. "I can't remember the last time I saw Izumo with a face that red� no�" he paused, looking thoughtful, "That's not quite true. I think the last time was when Mom tried to talk to him about sex the day Yate was here."

Kenji shook his head. "I get that your mom's cool about it and all, but�" he trailed off as Kotetsu moved back to the couch.

"Yeah, there are some things you just don't want to talk to your parents about." Kotetsu sat next to his boyfriend and turned on the couch to face him.

"Right. Let's� stop talking about parents," Kenji said, leaning in. "I think I'd rather get you naked."

Kotetsu groaned at the heat in Kenji's hazel eyes and wasted no time pulling his shirt off. He tugged at Kenji's without a word and then they fell back onto the couch again. "Naked is much better," Kotetsu murmured before his mouth was busy again. The kiss was hard and needy, both of them plenty aroused after their games earlier.

Kenji bit at Kotetsu's lip and Tetsu growled, bucking up into his boyfriend and grinding their cocks together. "Fuck, Kenji," Kotetsu hissed, his hands pushing between them to work at the button on Kenji's jeans.

"Mmm. Fuck is right. Gonna fuck you hard, Tetsu," Kenji promised, and he reared back enough to push his jeans down. Tetsu worked his own over his hips and together they kicked the offending clothes to the floor. Kenji leaned over and dug into his bag for a moment then came back with condom and bottle in hand.

Kotetsu quirked a brow. "Keep those with you a lot?"

Kenji snickered. "I put them in my bag last week. Just kept hoping for the right opportunity."

Kotetsu chuckled, shaking his head then pulled Kenji toward him. "Wanna suck you first," Tetsu muttered and Kenji groaned as he moved into place. The bottle and condom got dropped as he braced himself on the arm of the couch. Kotetsu sucked Kenji's cock into his mouth and grabbed his boyfriend's hips pulling him closer.

He worked the cock over, licking, sucking, doing anything he could think of. He and Zumo had done this a few times, but he was still new to it. He listened to the sounds Kenji made; paid attention to when he did something right and did his best to replicate it. "Fuck, Tetsu�" Kenji groaned, "Goddamn�" He pumped into Kotetsu's mouth, Tetsu working his tongue along the length then sucking on the tip. Tetsu relaxed his throat the way he'd learned to with Zumo and swallowed Kenji on his next thrust. "Oh FUCK," Kenji nearly shouted.

He pulled back then and paused, panting hard. When he could breathe again, he scooped the dropped items back up and sat back. He ripped at the package, tossing the wrapper aside in his haste. The second the latex was on, he was back on Tetsu, with another of those hard kisses as he grabbed the bottle.

"Flip over," he muttered, sitting back enough to give Tetsu room to move.

Kotetsu turned around, pulling his knees up under him and looking back over his shoulder. He watched Kenji fight with the bottle, but when the first finger moved into him, his eyes slid closed. He moved against that finger, tilting his hips, hoping that Kenji would hit the spot Zumo did.

It wasn't until the second finger had been added that Kenji found it. "Oh fuck, yeah, there�" Kotetsu moaned and Kenji brushed his fingers over it again. Grunts were loosed as Tetsu was stretched and readied. But after only a few moments, Tetsu was getting frustrated. "Enough, fuck. Give me that cock, already!" He demanded.

"Impatient, aren't you?" Kenji asked with a chuckle, moving into place.

"Fuck yeah," Kotetsu replied.

Kenji didn't respond beyond that, he was too focused on pushing into his lover's body. "Fuck that's tight. Oh damn, Tetsu," the moan was low, breathing short. He paused for a second, to gather his wits. "God, yeah," Kenji whispered, pulling out slightly then pushing back in, further this time.

"Goddamn you're slow�" Kotetsu moaned.

"I thought you'd only done this once before," Kenji griped.

Tetsu chuckled. "And?" He glanced over his shoulder again with a raised eyebrow. "I want your cock in me, is there something wrong with that?"

Kenji grinned. "Hell no," he said and pushed the rest of the way in.

"Oh Ffffuck!" Kotetsu nearly shouted. His head dropped and he panted hard as he worked to get a hold of himself and get used to being filled again. Kenji stayed there just a moment then it was Tetsu himself who started moving. "Fuck me, Kenji," Tetsu demanded, rocking back against his boyfriend.

Kenji needed no further encouragement and he started moving, thrusting hard, pumping fast into Tetsu's body. He reached up and grasped a handful of Kotetsu's spikes and pulled, earning him a loud groan from the other boy. "Oh fuck yeah!" Tetsu shouted as he moved, meeting Kenji's thrusts.

They got lost in the grunts and moans, the slap of skin on skin, the feel of each other's bodies. It was unapologetically hard and it was fast and that was how they both wanted it. Tetsu braced himself on one arm and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself in time with the fast pace of Kenji's thrusts.

"Fuck, Tetsu�" Kenji moaned, "Going to come� fuck� soon�" Sweat broke out and dribbled down his face, splashing onto Tetsu's back. "Nngh, oh god� now, oh fuck NOW! TETSU!" Kenji shouted and slammed into Kotetsu hard, his climax roaring through him.

Kotetsu was so focused on his own body and the pleasure crashing through him that he barely heard his boyfriend's loud voice. He'd snatched up his shirt just in time to avoid messing up the couch. "Kenji, fuck, Kenji� coming�" he groaned loudly through harsh pants then shouted when his boyfriend slammed into his prostate. Kenji's hands tightened in Tetsu's hair, sharpening his orgasm and he nearly screamed with it.

They fell forward together onto the couch, both of them trying to remember how to simply breathe. "Damn, Tetsu," Kenji managed between gasps.

Tetsu chuckled. "Something� wrong?" He swallowed around his dry throat when his voice came out in a croak.

"Hell, no. God." Kenji sat back, and Kotetsu hissed when he pulled out. "Sorry, you okay?"

"Yeah, fine." He didn't move, couldn't really. "How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on homework after that?" Kotetsu asked, not really expecting an answer.

He didn't get one, Kenji laughed instead. "You're too much, babe." He leaned forward and dropped a kiss on Tetsu's shoulder. Tetsu twisted around and returned it, their lips meeting again. When they broke apart, there were twin grins on their faces.

"Too much for you?" Kotetsu asked, continuing the thought.

Kenji swatted Tetsu's butt as they stood up to find clothes. "Nope. Good thing for you, too."

"Oh, really?" Kotetsu asked, grimacing at his shirt. "Damn, and I am not going into the bedroom." He balled his shirt up and tossed it aside, pulling his jeans on.

Kenji chuckled. "You couldn't pay me to go in there right now." He pulled Tetsu against him. "Yeah, it's a good thing for you. If you were too much, you wouldn't get my thick cock in your ass as much as you want."

"As much as I want? Are you sure you wanna offer that?" Kotetsu asked, wrapping an arm around Kenji and squeezing his ass.

Kenji just grinned. "I can handle you."

"Really? We'll see about that�" Tetsu whispered nipping at Kenji's neck. The reply was a quiet chuckle and an answering nip.

A short while later, Izumo and Hayate emerged from the bedroom. Izumo wrinkled his nose. "Better open a window, Tetsu." He sighed. "And we should probably actually get some homework done. Mom may suspect something, but�"

Kotetsu made a face, pulling himself from the couch and cracking the front window. "Yeah, we had that discussion already," Tetsu said and groaned as he grabbed his bag. They shuffled to the kitchen and set up at the table. Tetsu and Kenji watched in amusement as Hayate pulled Izumo's chair around so that they were practically sitting in each other's laps, anyway.

Kotetsu shook his head then looked up in surprise when Kenji did the same to him. His boyfriend wouldn't look at him, though. Instead, he put an arm around him and went back to his homework. Tetsu puzzled over it a moment, then let it go, putting his left hand on Kenji's knee.

That's how Mrs. Kamizuki found them when she came home later that evening. She paused outside the kitchen door, watching as the two couples took their hands off each other long enough to turn a page or scratch or pick up a cup then went right back to touching.

She chuckled to herself. She'd recognized the smells. Her husband may have been gone for a long time, but she hadn't forgotten it. A smile split her face when Hayate leaned over and kissed her son. Izumo paused when he pulled back, his eyes closed for a few seconds, then Yate lifted his hand and brushed at the bangs again.

She turned her attention to the other two. She frowned a little at Tetsu and his boyfriend. She could tell things weren't the same between Kotetsu and Kenji. He seemed happy enough, though and God knew that poor boy had little enough to be happy about for the first twelve years of his life. She hoped things would work out for them.

She backed away and turned toward her room. She'd let them have a few more minutes alone. As she stepped through her door, her eyes fell on the framed picture on her bedside table. Sho's face grinned up at her, a tiny Izumo in his arms. She swallowed around the lump that always seemed to form when she looked at it and turned to change clothes.

As she took her sweats out of her dresser, her thoughts floated back to the kitchen and she hoped that her two sons out there, the one of her body and the one of her heart, would someday be as happy as she'd had the chance to be.

She just hoped that it was sooner, rather than later, that they figured out they'd be happiest with each other.
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