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Illusion and Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Shortly after sun up found the two of them awake and on their way again. Their uniforms were in their packs, civilian clothes on their backs, instead. Both wore simple dark pants - similar to, but not the same as, their uniform pants. Their shirts were plain and button down and the sandals unremarkable. All chosen so that it wouldn't give anything away about their origin. Kotetsu smirked when he saw Izumo pull a regular bandana out of his pack and tie it around his head to replace his forehead protector.

Though, he had to admit, it felt a little weird to be without his own headband.

They walked in silence for quite a long time, both of them busy with their own thoughts. Neither was quite sure, yet, how they were going to be able to pull off the cover. Both of their heads were full of doubts and fears -- some on whether they'd be convincing enough, some on whether they'd bee too convincing. And then, of course, on whether or not it would stay just as cover and, subsequently, how they'd handle their boyfriends if that happened.

But they didn't have too much time to think and worry and wonder. Their first test came a little more than two hours into their walk.

They could hear the clop of horses' hooves and the creek of wheels before they could see the cart. They glanced at each other, swallowed hard and Kotetsu reached out, then and took Izumo's hand.

And it shocked them both. They had no idea how good a simple touch like that would feel. They both stopped dead and stared at each other a moment as it sank in.

It was crazy. Insane. Ridiculous. They'd touched before! They were always passing papers, handing books or scrolls to each other. Or the dishes and things at home. That wasn't anything new.

But that wasn't actively holding hands, either, and they both knew it. Kotetsu swallowed again around his suddenly dry throat and, after staring for another moment, together they turned and started walking. Neither spoke; there was nothing to say.

What did you say to the sudden awareness that nothing and no one has ever felt that good before? How do you deal with the realization that the one you're committed to doesn't come close to making you feel like that?

What can you possibly think but that your world has just turned upside down and everything you thought you knew was wrong?

The cart approached, then, and they heard the driver call out. They turned around to see an older man up on the bench seat, reins in hand. He was toothless, his hair was thinning to non-existence on top, and his yukata and hakama were nearly falling off of him. One foot was braced on the front of the cart, yellowed nails peeking through the toes of his ancient sandals. "Hello, there!" He called, pulling on the reins and slowing the cart.

"Good morning," Kotetsu greeted him, forcing a smile onto his face and the questions about Zumo to the back of his mind.

"You two headin' ta tha city?" He asked, his 'th' sounds causing a slight whistle through his toothless gums.

Kotetsu and Izumo glanced at each other. The man couldn't have missed their hands, so they were a little surprised he'd stopped, given his age. Maybe there was something to the information they had on the city. He'd have to think more about that later. "Yes, sir, we are," Kotetsu replied for them.

The older man nodded a few times. "I'd be happy ta give ya a ride. There's space on the back o' the cart."

The two younger men glanced at each other again. They hadn't expected to be offered a ride, but it would look odd of they turned him down. Kotetsu raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly. Izumo blinked in thought a moment, then gave a short nod. "We'd appreciate it very much, sir," Kotetsu bowed his head politely and the man's toothless smile spread.

"It's nothin'. I'm goin' anyway. Climb on in. Name's Sho." He waved a gnarled hand toward the back of the cart and Kotetsu and Izumo took up spots on either side of the tailgate, dropping their packs in next to them. "Ya don't hafta sit that far apart cause 'o me. I don' much care. Ta each his own, I say," Sho said, then turned back around.

Kotetsu swallowed again, trying not to think about the idea of having his arms around Izumo for that long, but there was nothing for it. Again, they had to keep the mission -- and their cover -- in the forefront of their minds. They shifted their packs and Izumo scooted closer. After glancing at each other, still in silence, Kotetsu put his arm around the other man. Izumo rested his head on Tetsu's shoulder and they watched the road behind them as Sho slapped the reins against the horse's backs and the cart started rolling forward.

Kotetsu closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself to enjoy the feel of the other man in his arms, if only for a few moments. Izumo wasn't his, didn't belong to him, and he had to remember that. He didn't belong to Izumo, he was Gen's.

Izumo's eyes, meanwhile, were just as tightly squeezed shut. He didn't want, didn't need to feel these things. He was confused enough already. He didn't need to know that Kotetsu's arms felt so much better than Raidou's did. He didn't want to be forced to question just how much he loved the big, scarred man.

He didn't want to think about the fact that Kotetsu couldn't be his because his friend was committed to someone else.

He sighed, letting just the tiniest bit of his confusion out and felt an answering one from his best friend. The arm around him tightened briefly, almost as if Kotetsu understood and was as confused as he was. Izumo knew better, though, pushed the thought off and went back to watching the road curve and snake behind them.

It was going to be a very long day.

Sho stopped for lunch earlier than the other two would have, but they weren't about to argue with the generosity of not having to walk. Instead, they carefully pulled their ration bars out of their packs so as not to let their uniforms show and sat back to eat. Sho tossed them each an apple out of one of the baskets on his cart and they both thanked him profusely, grateful to have something that tasted better than the ration bars that resembled pressed mud mixed with ash.

"So, what brings ya ta Koujou?" Sho asked them around a spoonful of something mashed up, when they'd finished most of their own meager meal. They were both looking forward to nice hot food at the inn later that evening.

Kotetsu glanced at Izumo before he answered. "We... are no longer welcome in our home village."

Sho blinked that them. "Whatever for?" He asked, puzzled expression on his face, looking from one to the other. "Didja commit a crime or somethin'?"

Izumo cleared his throat, his hand slipping into Tetsu's again. He shook his head. "No, nothing like that. The village elders aren't very... welcoming of our... well, the..." he stuttered to a stop and took a deep breath. "The fact that we love each other," he finished, blush staining his cheeks. He told himself the color was because he was a good actor.

He didn't really believe it.

Kotetsu glanced over at him again and squeezed his hand. Izumo thought Tetsu might have been overdoing it a little bit - he didn't really need comforting, but he let it go. And ignored the fact that he felt better from it.

"Well, that's about the dumbest thing I ever heard. What's the village?"

"Oshiribou," Kotetsu replied. "We're heading to Koujou because we'd heard that it's more... accepting."

"Well, I think they're crazy. Your elders. Seems kind o' silly ta lose two healthy young men over somethin' like that." He shook his head. "Some old folks just can't get it in their head that things are diff'rent than they were when we were young." He sighed and stood up, joints popping in the process. "Well, their loss, fer what that's worth. Koujou is a much bigger city and they don't seem ta care much 'bout it." He stretched his back a little, causing more pops then turned back to the other two. "We should get goin'. I gotta be home 'fore night fall or the missus'll brain me." This brought a couple of laughs and a wide toothless smile in response to them.

If the first half of the trip in the cart was uncomfortable - having spent it with Tetsu's arm around Izumo, the second half was downright miserable. Sho got the other two to help him shift the barrels in the back of the cart so that there'd be enough space for them to sit more comfortably. Well, what he thought would be comfortable for them, anyway. There was just enough room for Kotetsu to lean against the back of the bench seat and Izumo... to lean against Kotetsu.

The tried to argue with him that they didn't want to put him out, but he wouldn't hear it. So, they moved barrels and got settled. He had no idea, of course, that just the thought of that much of their bodies touching was going to drive them completely insane, much less the actual doing of it.

And they were right. Before they got a full fifteen minutes down the road, Kotetsu's eyes were ready to cross. His arms were wrapped around Izumo, Zumo's head laying back on his shoulder. It was killing him to have Izumo against him like that. And of course, every bump Sho hit caused his friend's ass to rub against his quickly hardening cock, making it even worse.

He tried to shift in some way to keep his arousal from being too obvious. But there was no where to go, no way to hide it. He hoped to hell Izumo was either too busy with his own thoughts, maybe just happened to miss it or would simply ignore it. He really didn't hold out much hope that any of those would be true.

Izumo, on the other hand, was extremely grateful that he was the one in front. Kotetsu would not have been able to mistake his own arousal. And he was... very aroused to feel the strong, muscular body against him. Kotetsu just felt so good.

He had no doubt about what he felt against his lower back. The idea that it turned Kotetsu on to hold him like that was messing even more with his thought processes. He'd thought that Tetsu was too gone over Gen to even think about him like that. He'd been sure that Tetsu wasn't interested in him at all.

But the hard cock poking his spine said otherwise.

He did his best to settle in and ignore things. He wrapped his own arms around the ones laying on his chest and tried to push his thoughts away, tried to not think too much about it all. He wanted to just get to the city. He wanted some quiet time in a shower, the ability to be alone for a few minutes with his thoughts and try to untangle and organize them a bit. It was bad enough they were going to have to share a room.

Then it hit him. They were supposed to be lovers. They were going to have to share a bed, too.

"Oh fuck," he muttered to himself, sitting up.

"Zumo?" Kotetsu asked and Izumo shifted to turn a little bit. Kotetsu winced and Zumo realized he must have bumped Tetsu in just the wrong way.

"Oops. Sorry," he said, clearing his throat. "Um, I... just thought of something."

Kotetsu blinked at him, "What?"

Izumo glanced up over Kotetsu's shoulder at Sho. The older man was whistling to himself something tuneless, but there was no doubt he'd hear them if Izumo said it out loud. He leaned back into Kotetsu and turned his head to whisper in his friend's ear. "We're going to have to share a room."

Kotetsu nodded. "I'd already guessed that."

"We're supposed to be lovers. We can't exactly get a room with two single beds."

He pulled back and watched Tetsu's eyes widen and the other man gulp. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Izumo said, turning back around. He stared into space for several long moments, neither of them saying anything as the implications sank in.

They could no longer deny that they were attracted to each other. Love -- well, that was something else and something they weren't about to address then, either. But attraction? Oh yeah. They'd both seen -- or felt -- the evidence for themselves. There was no way they could reasonably share a bed. A room was bad enough.

"I could sleep on the floor," Kotetsu offered.

Izumo glanced up at him, thinking. Finally, he nodded. "That should work, but we'll switch. The bed should look used, but..."

Kotetsu stared off into the distance, nodding. "Right. Yeah. Okay," he said, obviously lost in thought.

Izumo gulped again, trying not to think about the fact that he really wanted Kotetsu in bed with him -- and not to sleep. "And who knows? Maybe we'll be able to get in yet tonight."

Kotetsu's eyes refocused and he glanced down at Izumo. "We need to do recon first. Make sure the schedule is right and the layout is accurate."

Izumo rolled his eyes at himself. "You're right." He sighed, annoyed that he'd let his cock dictate his good sense like that. "Okay, then. I'll take the floor first," he offered then realized that Sho had stopped whistling.

Izumo's eyes met Kotetsu's and both sets widened. Izumo thought quickly and glanced up to see the balding head start to turn. Before he could second guess himself, before he could manage to lose is nerve, he speared one hand through the spiky black locks and crushed Kotetsu's lips to his own.

If the simple act of holding hands had surprised them, if having their arms around each other made them uncomfortable, the kiss downright shocked them. He felt Kotetsu's arms tighten and pull him closer. He twisted a little, his body nearly melting into the other man's, lost to the feel of his best friend's lips against his own for the first time in a very long time.

Kotetsu's tongue traced his lower lip and any thinking ability he had left disappeared. He opened his mouth to the other man and moaned quietly when that slick muscle slid along his own. His hands tightened in the spikes, his lips nibbled more urgently and he felt an answering groan from his friend as the kiss deepened even more.

The cart hit a pothole then and they were forced apart. Both struggled for the simple ability to breathe, stunned by the force of the kiss and the feel of the other in their arms. And then it got worse when they realized that Izumo was practically laying on top of Kotetsu.

They stared at each other a moment in silence before Izumo awkwardly struggled to turn back around, his shinobi skills deserting him momentarily in the face of his confusion. Kotetsu helped him and they both got resettled, trying to get adjusted and comfortable as much as possible. Both men were rock hard, both aroused beyond reason and they still had hours to go up against each other.

And both of them were more frustrated and confused than they'd ever been before in their lives. Because neither had once thought of their own boyfriends.

When that realization hit, Izumo closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto Tetsu's shoulder. Kotetsu's arms tightened slightly and Izumo squeezed his hands. Izumo realized that Tetsu may very well be thinking something very similar and the other man may be regretting it. Mission cover or not, they hadn't had to kiss quite like that.

But that thought brought other questions with it. What if Tetsu was regretting it -- because he hadn't forgotten about Gen? Had Tetsu been thinking about Genma while he was kissing Izumo? Had he been wishing it was Gen in his arms instead? The thought, as much as Izumo wanted to deny it, hurt.

They got lost in their confusion and misery as the cart rattled over the uneven ground, watching, once more, as the road disappeared behind them.
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Illusion and Dream	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! I make no money off of this!

Illusion and Dream