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Memories
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It took him until he was half way to Iruka's to calm down. He flopped down onto a nearby bench and stared at his feet. What had that been all about? Did he? Could Tetsu love him? God, why the hell not?

If he was in love with Tetsu and they were both so much alike, didn't it stand to reason that maybe his friend was as confused as he was? Maybe he really did love him, after all.

But where did that leave the other two? Where did that leave Kakashi and Iruka?

With each other. The thought came unbidden and he stared into space for a few moments, trying to think it through, to work through the muddy mess in his head.

Maybe this didn't have to be so hard. Maybe� maybe they could all end up with what they really wanted. Then his own fears reasserted themselves a little. But� but he didn't know, for sure, what Tetsu wanted. He knew where Iruka's heart really lay, he knew what he, himself wanted. And if his friend was right, he knew that Kakashi still wanted the teacher.

He looked to his right, back the way he came. Tetsu was that way, maybe hurt, definitely confused. Getting ready for his date with the copy nin. Izumo closed his eyes and dropped his head, fighting the emotions.

He looked to the left. There, that was Iruka's apartment building in the distance. He was waiting for him. They were going to have dinner together, go see a movie. Then, very likely, spend the rest of the night making love. Izumo swallowed at that thought, his mind going to the kiss with Tetsu a few minutes ago.

Which way should he go? What should he do?

He buried his face in his hands and didn't notice the person come up until he felt the chakra nearly on top of him. He looked up to see Genma standing in front of him, chewing, as ever, on his senbon needle. "Problem?"

Izumo started to laugh. Small chuckles that spread into chortles that became guffaws that turned into a full-fledged belly laugh. His friend just stood there, patiently waiting for him to finish. "Oh God. I'm going to end up in the padded wing of the hospital, Gen, I swear." He shifted over on the bench.

"I'm seeing this." He took the seat next to him and crossed his leg. He pulled the senbon out of his mouth and played with it a moment. "Care to talk about it? Is this about Iruka?"

Izumo turned to him, blinking. "Please, even if the rumor mill hadn't been going on about it for the last week, it's hard to miss. You've spent just about every lunch break with him. You've been seen holding hands and kissing more than once." Genma chuckled at the color on the younger man's cheeks. "You may as well have tattooed your name on his ass."

Izumo sighed. "Yeah, it's about Iruka. And� Tetsu."

Genma raised an eyebrow. "Ah." He nodded. "I think I see."

"Um, it gets worse. I know the rumors of Tetsu's� boyfriend are out there, too."

"Yeah, Kakashi. That was a surprise." Genma said with a chuckle, shaking his head.

"Well, I� think Tetsu has actually�" he gulped, "fallen in love with Kakashi."

"Really? Well, that's� something." He chewed thoughtfully on the needle, staring at the other man for a moment. "You know, before he died, I was thoroughly in love with Hayate."

"Oh?" Izumo said, turning to him.

"Yeah. He never had a clue. He was as straight as a well-crafted kunai, not even remotely interested in men. So, I, of course, never said anything. Kept it to myself for years. Then he died and I went a little crazy. But Aoba and Raido were there for me, stepping in and pulling my sorry ass out of my grief. They'd been seeing each other for a long time and I was so fucked up over Hayate, that I never noticed, never knew. First, because I'd been in love with him, then because I lost him." He sighed.

Izumo just stared at him in silence. He'd known there was a story around Genma and Raido, but he had no idea just how crazy it was. They hadn't said and he never asked, figuring that, even if they were good friends, it wasn't his place.

"Turns out Aoba wasn't really in love with Raido and vice versa. They were together because the ones they really wanted didn't want them. Oh, they cared about each other, but�" he trailed off, shrugging one shoulder.

"Yeah. Um, I think that's Ruka and I." Izumo blinked at him, then turned to stare at his feet again. "What happened?"

"Well, you know that Raido and I are together now." Izumo nodded. "Yeah, see, Aoba had a thing for another jounin. Guy named Daichi who didn't even know Aoba existed. At least, to hear Aoiba talk." He chuckled. "Turns out, Daichi had the worst crush on Aoba and was afraid to approach him." He shook his head. "Let's face it, Aoba can give off a total 'fuck off, untouchable' vibe." Izumo laughed. "Right. Anyway, so, Raido finally decided to do something about them. Apparently, he'd overheard Daichi mention something about Aoba. So, he went and told Daichi all about Aoba and it worked out. Of course�"

"That left Raido out in the cold." Izumo finished, frowning.

"Yeah. Well, sort of. Because he'd never been willing to approach me with what he felt until Aoba was out of the picture."

"Not wanting to hurt Aoba," Izumo guessed.

"Bingo." He pulled the senbon out again, considering the tip of it. "You can probably imagine my reaction. Especially when Raido told me that he thought we couldn't be friends anymore because to it."

"He said that?" Izumo asked, his chin dropping. He'd been thinking the same thing, but knew that he'd never go through with it. He needed Tetsu in his life too much, in whatever way he could get him.

Genma nodded. "Yup. Was convinced that, not only could I not love him - because of Hayate - but that because it was all one-sided, we couldn't be friends, either."

"Yeah, I know how that line of thinking goes." Izumo paused. "So� what did you do?"

"I kissed him." Genma said, grinning. "Shocked the hell out of him." He laughed at the memory.

Izumo stared. "I guess."

"Then we fought, sparred, kissed, fought some more. And somewhere in there, ended up in the middle of sex." Izumo caught the look in the other man's eye as he remembered and looked away from it.

Izumo swallowed. "Tetsu kissed me. Right before I left."

Genma considered him. "Did you fight?"

"Yeah." Izumo sighed. "Not� physically, you know."

"Yeah. I think that's worse, though. Sometimes it's easier to throw a punch than say words. Did he tell you how he felt?"

"You're right about that." Izumo shook his head. "No, he didn't. Just kissed me. When I tried to ask him why the hell he'd do that, he just clammed up."

Genma just laughed again. "Yeah, you know, gay or not, we're still men. We're good at that."

Izumo chuckled. "No shit." He sighed again. "Fuck, what a mess. Cause, you know what? I do care for Iruka. Hell, I love him. How does that work?" He looked over at Genma again.

"I never stopped loving Hayate. I always will, to a point. And I'm quite sure that Raido and Aoba had feelings for each other, even if it wasn't what they felt for me or Daichi. But I realized somewhere along the way that it wasn't nearly the same as how I felt about Raido. And damned if I didn't get my face smacked with it the first time he kissed me." He shook his head. "That fucked with me. Seriously fucked with me. Which is what started the fight. I kept feeling somehow like I was cheating on Hayate, which was a pile of shit. Even if he wasn't dead, we weren't involved."

"Huh." He frowned at his feet, then buried his face in his hands again, rubbing it hard. "I don't know what the hell to do, Gen."

"Talk to your best friend. He has a right to know how you feel, one way or the other." He dropped a hand on Izumo's shoulder and squeezed before standing. "Rai and I have been together for four years now. And I don't regret a single day of it. If I regret anything, it's not seeing it sooner. Talk to him."

"Night, Gen. Thanks." Izumo said, then returned the wave Genma threw at him as the other man walked off. He continued staring at his feet for a moment. He still wasn't sure exactly how to go about it, but he knew what he needed to do. Feeling a lot better, he stood and turned left, taking off at top speed.

When he knocked on the door a short time later, he felt a stab in the vicinity of his heart at what he was about to do. Iruka opened the door, a smile on his face. "Hi."

"Hi." He swallowed, staring at the man in front of him, trying desperately to just breathe. The smile was making it harder. "I� I can't stay. You� were right, Ruka. I need to talk to him."

Izumo watched the smile fade and the Adam's apple bob, but the other man nodded. Why did his own chest feel like he had a steel band around it? "Good." Iruka stared at him a minute, then stepped forward. Izumo watched the other man fight with his emotions, brushing a bit of hair out of Izumo's face. "I don't know what happened or what will, but�" he took a deep breath. "But if things� don't work out, come back here. At least let me be a friend, okay?"

Izumo closed his eyes, fighting for control. He took a deep breath and looked back up at Iruka. "You're too good for anyone, Iruka." He leaned up and kissed him softly.

"Ha. Ask my students that," he said after returning it. Izumo knew he was forcing the casualness, but there was nothing he could say. Iruka brushed a bit more hair out of the older man's face, dropped one more quick kiss on his forehead, then said, "now get going."

Izumo stared for another few seconds, working to resist the urge to forget the whole damned thing and stay. Then he nodded, gathered his chakra and transported away.

He wasn't gone yet. Izumo breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the chakra in the living room. One chakra signature. Thank God. He opened the door and stepped in.

Tetsu was sitting on the couch, looking� upset. Izumo paused and frowned at his friend. "Tetsu?"

His friend looked up at him. "Hey." He didn't say any more and Izumo went over to sit next to him.

"What's wrong?"

"I�" he started, staring up at his best friend. "I�" he gave up, closing his mouth.

Izumo swallowed. "Did Kakashi� come by yet?"

Tetsu nodded. "He got called out. Just an escort mission, couple of days."

"Oh. Are you okay?"

"Fine." Tetsu said, but Izumo knew the lie for what it was. There was more there, but Izumo wasn't up to pushing about it right then. He just didn't have the mental capacity. "Why are you home? I thought you were going to be with Iruka this weekend."

"Oh, um, I�" he took a deep breath. Shit. Shit. Shit. How was he going to do this? How did he start? "No. I'm not." He turned to his friend and pulled his bandana off of his head. "Tetsu, I have something to say."

Kotetsu looked up at him and there was so much in those beautiful slanted eyes. Izumo wanted to forget everything, wrap his arms around the other man and just hold him. He was hurting, that much was obvious, but Izumo had no idea what he could do. He didn't know if Tetsu would even welcome that right then. He swallowed. Yet another example of what was wrong between them.

He forced himself to remember why he'd come home. He reached up and touched the edges of the spikes, ran his fingers over the bandage on his face as Kotetsu stared back at him and just that slightest, that tiniest touch seemed to ground him. "I love you, Kotetsu."

His friend swallowed again, his eyes taking on a puzzled look. "I love you, Zumo, you know that."

Izumo shook his head, taking one more deep steadying breath. "No, Tetsu. Not� not like that. I'm� in love with you. Crazy, head-over-heels, stupid, I-can't-think-straight-around-you in love with you." He swallowed hard and looked down, unable to meet his friend's eyes anymore letting his hair fall over his face. He braced himself physically, waiting for the reaction. His back stiffened, his shoulders hunched in, his fists balled in his lap. He listened for the rejection, the words that would push them apart completely. He waited.

And�

Nothing.

He fought tears, fought the emotions threatening to swamp him. He didn't love him back. He'd let himself hope. Let himself believe it, that since they were so alike in every other way, that this would be there, too. Oh God, what was he going to do?

He couldn't breathe, his chest was suddenly very tight, his throat closed up and he turned to stand. He wasn't seeing their furniture, their TV, the pictures on the walls of their life together, his friend's� former friend's face. If it weren't for the fact that he knew the living room so well, he might have fallen over the coffee table. He stumbled anyway, not sure where, exactly, he was going to go.

Iruka. Iruka told him to come back. He could go there. He� no, no that wasn't fair to the teacher. God, how had it gone this way? So wrong. "I'm� sorry." Izumo whispered, barely a breath of a sound and turned towards the door. He finally made it there, grabbed at the knob and fought with it. It turned, he felt it turn, knew it turned, but he couldn't see the stupid thing. He couldn't make it do what he needed it to do. Why wasn't the stupid door opening? Why?

Why couldn't he see it? Oh yeah, because he was crying! FUCK! That succeeded in pissing him off. He was mad at himself, mad for crying, mad at fucking up his friendship anyway, maybe even making things difficult between Tetsu and Kakashi all because he couldn't keep his God-damned mother-fucking mouth shut.

He swiped angrily at his tears and that's when he saw the hand. It was holding the door closed, that's why it wouldn't open. He never heard the movement, never felt the chakra. His eyes followed the length of the forearm arm slowly. He knew what that hand belonged to, would never in his life forget what those hands felt like on him. Would never forget what it was like to have those arms wrapped around him.

His eyes traced the upper arm, the deceptively strong one under the uniform shirt he was still wearing. They moved over the chest, the one he knew was fit, muscled, despite its unassuming appearance. He lifted his eyes, slower still, passing over the collarbone, stopping at the top of the shirt collar. There was the neck that he'd tasted, just briefly, just once. The neck that held the scent and taste of his best friend.

He couldn't do it, couldn't lift them any higher. He caught, just barely, out of the corner of his eye the patch on his chin, the edges of the spikes of hair. "Say it again." That voice, that amazing, comforting, wonderful voice was so low he could barely hear it. But he did. The pain, confusion, fear in it barely registering.

Izumo closed his eyes, tilting his head forward, his hair once more curtaining around him. He considered transporting then, but he knew he was too low on chakra to go far. Maybe the other side of the door, but he'd be lucky if he didn't end up simply sliding to the ground and ending up just sitting there on the sidewalk. Why make him say it again? What was the point? "I'm in love with you," the words came out, barely above a breath.

He apparently heard it . "Oh thank God," Kotetsu said, putting a hand under Izumo's chin, lifting his face and their lips crashed together then.

If the previous two kisses had gone through him, this one completely floored him. He felt it in every tiny fiber of his being. His breath left him completely as his mouth opened and his tongue slid between Tetsu's lips. He pushed his fingers into that incredible ebony hair and held him close. The kiss deepened, nibbling, sucking, both of them unable to get enough of the other. He felt a hand thread through his own hair, his bandana getting knocked off somewhere in there and he moaned, too, at the feel of the fingers along his scalp. Tetsu's fingers.

The thought pulled him back a bit. He needed to hear it. He bunched his hands into fists and pulled back. "Tell me. Say it," he demanded, staring into those gorgeous slanted eyes, at the emotion swirling in them, unaware of the fire in his own dark depths.

"I love you, Zumo. I'm in love with you." The brunet slammed his lips back onto his friends, pushing him back against the wall behind him, leaning into him. He nearly devoured him, nipping, biting at his tongue, sucking it into his mouth. He was rewarded with a moan from his friend, now his lover. "Oh God, Zumo," fell from those lips when they broke apart for air.

The arms came around him, the hands yanked at his shirt, pulling it out of his waistband. One moved up under it, and bare skin, the rough pads of fingers dragged over his back. The other hand moved down over his ass, cupping and squeezing it, pulling him even closer as they went back to kissing.

Izumo ground himself against Tetsu, both of them already painfully aroused. Their mouths broke apart and he started kissing his way along the other man's chin. He nipped a trail along his jaw until he got to the collar of his shirt and stopped to leave a bright mark just above it. Possessiveness slammed into him as he looked at the mark. Mine. He pulled back and his visible eye met the slanted ones.

Tetsu reached up and brushed his hair out of his right eye, then leaned forward and dropped a soft kiss on the cheek just under it. They stared for another few seconds, then Izumo leaned in again, capturing Tetsu's lips once more. His hands pulled at the other man's shirt and he stood back long enough to pull it off of him, his headband going with it. He stopped to run his fingers over the chest in front of him, tracing the scars he already knew were there. But now it was different. Now, when he touched him, it was to arouse, to hear the moans escape from his lover's lips, not just as a reminder that his friend was okay. No, now it was because he loved.

He moved then to tease his nipples, running his fingertips over the velvety softness. He pinched lightly, earning himself a gasp from his lover's lips. He glanced up into the slanted eyes again before bending down and running his tongue over one.

Kotetsu sucked in a breath sharply. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but could we maybe get out of the entryway? I don't want our first time together to be against a wall." Tetsu said, quietly.

Izumo couldn't resist the chuckle. "If you insist." He backed off and took the other man's hand, leading him into his bedroom.

"Why yours?" Kotetsu asked with a raised eyebrow.

Izumo grinned. "Because I know I've got lube."

Kotetsu laughed. "Good reason." But just as they were going through the door, he pulled Izumo back against him stopping to nip at his ear.

Izumo turned and pinned him against the jamb. "Keep that up and we won't make it to the bed. I'll have you right here." Then his mouth crashed down again, unable to resist tasting him once more.

"You were taking too long to get there. I needed to touch again." Kotetsu said when they surfaced for air, moaning quietly and bucking up against the taller man, rubbing their erections together again. He grabbed at Izumo's shirt, yanking it over his head and then their bare chests were against each other. "Oh God, Zumo, you feel so good here," he said, wrapping his arms around the other man. "Right here," he whispered, "in my arms."

"You, too," he whispered in reply, then started nipping and sucking at the skin in front of him again, leaving a trail of marks down over his chest until he came to a nipple. He pulled it between his lips, sucking on it, then bit lightly down on it.

"Holy fuck." Tetsu moaned loudly. His other hand wandered to the other nipple and pulled, tugged and twisted on it, driving him just as crazy over that one. He released the nipple with another light bite, tugging on it with his teeth before he let go. "God, you're a tease." Tetsu grumbled, running his own hands over Izumo anywhere he could reach.

The other man chuckled. "Yeah, and you're really complaining." He backed up, rubbing a hand over the front of Tetsu's pants, stroking his cock through the fabric.

"Oh fuck, if you don't stop that, I'll come in my pants." There was a whine under the strain in his voice.

"Oh no you won't." Izumo said, leaning in to put his mouth near his lover's ear. "I'll be inside of you when you come, even if that means I have to ring you."

Tetsu groaned loudly at the words. "Oh God, you would, too."

"Oh yes, I would." He paused to nip at his ear. "I need you, Tetsu." He stepped back then and pulled him closer to the bed. They stopped once more to kiss, fumbling with each other's pants, then finally - finally they were naked together. They fell onto the bed, their cocks rubbing against each other and Izumo went a little crazy.

"I can't� God, Tetsu, I can't wait. I want to taste all of you, every fucking inch, but it's too much." He scrambled for the drawer and yanked on it, letting the whole thing fall as he grabbed at the bottle. "I need you now."

"Fuck, yes, fuck, Zumo." He pulled at the other man, threading his fingers through the brown hair, dragging him down for another kiss.

Izumo pulled back, though, too damned desperate to be buried inside of the other man. He fought with the bottle cap, nearly breaking the damn thing in frustration. But finally, he got it open and pushed his finger into his friend. He curled it just right and found what he was looking for.

"ZUMO. Oh fuck, God dammit!" Kotetsu's eyes flew open. "Shit, don't play with me. Fuck that feels good, but, I want you inside me now." Kotetsu's back arched as the other man's finger continued to invade him.

"Dammit, Tetsu, don't push me. I do not want to tear you and hurt you." He paused, forcing himself to calm down just a little. He leaned in, kissing him again and when he pulled back, he said, "I want to be able to make love with you all night. Please, please, Tetsu, have a little bit of patience." His voice was rough with need, trying so hard to hold on.

Tetsu closed his eyes, gripped Izumo's arms, spread his legs a little further and nodded. Zumo pulled his finger out, then pushed two in, parting them as they came back out, doing his damnedest to stretch him, and get him ready. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and he pulled back. He coated his cock thoroughly, added more to the other man's anus, working it around as much as he could. "Tetsu," he said quietly, coaxing his friend to open his eyes.

He positioned himself, lifted Tetsu's legs just a little bit further and started to push in. Their eyes locked onto each other and time seemed to slow to nothing. It seemed like he took forever, hours even, maybe days before he was fully buried inside of him. But finally, finally, he was there, he could feel the other man's ass against his balls and he paused.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing had ever, in his life, felt the same. No woman, not Iruka, absolutely nothing. It felt almost like this tight channel, this heat, this body was made for him. Maybe there was no true perfection in the world, but this felt like it came as close as Earthly possible.

Tetsu's legs wrapped around him, Izumo leaned forward and their lips met again in a kiss that did nothing but reinforce everything he was feeling.

He couldn't remember ever feeling this good. Kakashi had been good, there was no doubt about that, but he didn't feel like this. Tetsu had never felt this right, not with any of the many women he'd been with, not with Kakashi. It was like his Zumo had been crafted just for him, to be here with him like this, to fill him the way he did. Like this is where they'd been going all these years and maybe� maybe they had.

He didn't know, couldn't think it through in that moment. All he knew what that nothing felt this� right. He savored the taste of his friend's tongue, the feel of his lips against him, having him buried inside of him. He flexed his muscles a little, and Zumo took the hint and started moving.

And oh God, it felt even better, if that was possible. The copy nin was good in bed, there was no doubt about that, he knew what he was about when it came to sex, but this� there was something more here, something different. And Kotetsu realized that it was all Izumo.

His hands slid up along Tetsu's arms and they clasped, fingers threading and they held on to each other. He knew he'd never last, not this time, this first time with him. It was too much, too good, too everything. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to gather the shreds of his tattered control.

"Tetsu�" he whispered, releasing one hand and the other man knew what he wanted without speaking. He watched Kotetsu take his hard length in his hand and started stroking it. It was a heady thought that their silent communication extended even there, even in bed.

He watched that hand move, his eyes darting between it and Tetsu's face watching, waiting for that beautiful face to twist in pleasure. He shifted his thrusts, changed the angle just enough and found the spot he was looking for. "Oh God, Zumo. Oh God, I can't� I won't last. Not like this." Those slanted eyes closed as he fought his impending climax.

"Yes, Tetsu, come. God, please, come." He desperately wanted, needed to feel the other man's orgasm. He started pumping faster, just a little harder, hitting his prostate in what he hoped was just the right way and was rewarded when he drew the most incredible sounds from him.

"Oh fuck oh fuck, Zumo�," it was a warning, his hand sped up just a little, matching the now broken rhythm as both men neared their climax. "Now, oh God, now!" His back arched, his ass clamped down tightly on the other man and he came hard, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating both of them, his face twisting just like Izumo was waiting for.

He let go then, his own orgasm incredibly hard, the feel of his best friend's body too much. "Fuck, Tetsu, fuck, I'm coming, oh God, I'm coming." It was shouted as he thrust hard once more, his balls tightening and he filled his friend with his cum. Every muscle it seemed, tensing and releasing, responding to the feel of the incredible body he was buried in as it milked him. It went on, the orgasm not letting go, unable to see, to hear, to think and another wordless shout escaped.

When it finally stopped, he went nearly limp, trying hard to keep from dropping his weight onto his lover. Tetsu pulled him down, anyway, wrapping his arms and legs around him. He let go and collapsed onto him, resting his face in the other man's neck. He paused to inhale his scent, drop light kisses along the skin, then laid his head on his lover's shoulder. He felt Tetsu run his hands over his back and drop answering kisses on the top of his head.

"I love you," Kotetsu whispered.

Izumo closed his eyes, savoring those three little words. "I love you, Tetsu." He looked up at him and their lips met again and incredibly, he realized, as they nibbled and nipped, that he was still hard inside the other man. He pulled back and looked into his friends eyes, the dark ones possessive, serious. "You belong to me, now. All of you. No one else ever touches this body, again. Your cock, your balls, your ass, your mouth. It's mine, period."

Kotetsu's smile spread slowly. "Oh yeah. And this, this gorgeous ass," he ran his hand down Izumo's back to squeeze one cheek, "this�" he flexed his muscles around Izumo's cock, still buried inside of him, "this cock," he paused to lay a light kiss on the brunet's lips, "those lips, everything, belongs to me. This is the only ass it'll ever feel. I'll be the only mouth ever on it. Mine." He nipped sharply at Izumo's lips, emphasizing his words and the other man moaned.

Their lips crashed together again and they rolled, Tetsu rising up over him, taking over, riding him hard. Izumo wrapped his hand around his friend's hardening length, stroking it back to life in time with his hips' rhythm. The ebony-spiked head fell back as the feel of their bodies took over.

This was slower and they had a little more time to savor the feel of each other. Izumo ran his free hand down over the other man's chest, stroking his legs, his balls, anything he could touch. Izumo dragged more quiet moans from his lover as he moved.

Zumo's hands went to his friends hips, holding him still and when he looked down, with a tilt of Zumo's head, the other man knew what he wanted. He moved off of him and they turned again. Tetsu bent over in front of him and Izumo eased into his tight heat once more. He bent over his back, dropping kisses along the base of his neck, his back and shoulder. He pushed his fingers through the ebony spikes, and pulled back gently.

His other hand grasped his friend's shoulder and he started pumping into him once more. He released the hair and wrapped his arm around Tetsu's waist. He took him into his hand, wanting to do more for him, wanting to know he was the one bringing him to the edge.

He started thrusting harder, pushing for another orgasm. He easily found the other man's prostate and he used it, pumped into him, hitting it hard with each new thrust. But the tight heat was too much for him, the muscles clamped down, Tetsu knowing just how to get to him and Izumo was surprised by just how much he'd paid attention, just how much he learned so fast.

He surged into him, his climax surprising him. "Fuck, Tetsu! Oh God!" He came, hard, shuddering with the power of it and he buried himself to the hilt, filling him again. There was so much, too much and he felt it leak out around him. The sight of that was enough to send tiny aftershocks through him. He barely kept his head enough to keep working Tetsu's cock.

"Oh God yes�" Tetsu moaned and a few strokes later, he finished, too, then they both fell onto the bed.

They lay there, trying desperately to find their breath, to find the ability to think. Izumo wrapped his arms firmly around the other man needing the closeness, needing to feel him as snug against him as possible. Testu wrapped his arms around the other's and held on as tightly as he could, both stunned more than a little by the sheer force of their lovemaking.

They said nothing for the longest time, letting the hum of their bodies settle along with their heart rates and breathing. Kotetsu twisted just a little and Izumo eased back out of him so that he could turn completely. Their legs tangled together, bodies touching everywhere they could and they stared at each other for a few minutes, still not speaking.

"Do you remember the day we skipped school?" Izumo finally asked.

Kotetsu nodded. "Very well." He gave a half smile. "Back in the back of the training ground. I'll never forget that day as long as I live."

"I think that was the first time I knew I loved you as more than a friend. I had no idea what to call it back then."

Kotetsu grinned, wrapping his arms tighter around him. "I think I go back a little further than that. Do you know the night you started wearing your hair over your eye, when you came over to my room?"

Izumo nodded. "Not likely to forget that."

"What you might not know was that at some point during the night, you ended up curled up in my arms." He brushed the hair out of Izumo's eye with one hand, dropping another kiss on the now-visible cheek.

Izumo blinked. "I didn't know that."

Tetsu nodded. "All I wanted to do was comfort you and protect you, but I had no idea how. We were young and, well, boys, you know." At Izumo's nod, he continued. "The only thing I could think of to do those things for you was to keep you as close as I could. I'd have slept on the floor if you didn't sleep on the bed next to me."

"I had no idea." He stared at his friend, swallowing hard. "All these years." They fell silent, just memorizing each other all over again. Best friends now lovers, they realized that as much as they knew, as much as they'd seen, there was just a little more there now in the look in their eyes, the tilt of their lips when the smile was just for the other person.

Izumo grinned, then reached up and pulled the bandage down over Kotetsu's nose. "I knew it."

"You did, did you?" His lover asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yup. There's nothing under here."

"I could have told you that." Kotetsu said. "But if you knew, why'd you check?"

"Because I wanted to see your whole face." He brushed his fingers over the exposed cheek. "Why wear it if there's nothing there?"

"I thought it made me look sexy."

Izumo laughed. "You don't need any help for that."

The other man grinned. "I think you're biased."

The brunet shook his head. "Nope. You have too much history for that. I mean, you caught the eye of the famous Copy Nin, after all."

Kotetsu rolled his eyes. "What about you? Everyone knows that Iruka is picky. And yet he went after you."

Izumo blushed. "I wouldn't say he 'went after' me."

"I would." He paused. "I was jealous, you know."

Izumo raised an eyebrow. "Of Iruka?"

"Well, pretty much everyone, but especially Iruka."

"Why?" He blinked at the other man, who� blushed. "Tetsu?"

"I was jealous because I couldn't figure out why, if you were going to discover you were gay, you couldn't do that with me."

Izumo fought hard against the laughter that threatened. Tetsu, of course, picked up on it anyway and scowled. "Don't scowl at me." He let a chuckle out. "I felt the same way. And dear God, did it have to be Kakashi? The man is damned near perfect."

Kotetsu laughed, then. "No, no he's not."

Izumo raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Tetsu shook his head. "Nope." Then his smile faded and he swallowed. "I think the closest to perfection I've found�" he blushed again and looked down, letting the thought hang.

But Izumo knew. Knew what he was going to say. His swallowed around the emotions that suddenly swamped him and he forced his damned feelings under control. "I'm not."

"For me, you are." He shrugged one shoulder. "That's all that matters."

In answer, Izumo closed the few centimeters separating their mouths and kissed him again. The arms around him tightened, but just as the kiss started to heat, one of their stomachs growled. They broke apart, laughing.

"First things first. I think we need a bit more fuel if we want to do more." Izumo grinned.

Kotetsu sighed mournfully. "I guess so. Let's get cleaned up. Then I'll put something together for us." They paused to kiss once more, then untangled themselves and headed for the shower.
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Memories	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Memories