Between Friends

Chapter 13: The Talk

Izumo wasn’t swimming in the pond but rather just floating on his back, staring up at the full moon when Asuma cleared the trees. The team leader set down his lantern and sat on the edge of the pond with his back again a tree trunk. Asumo smoked and Izumo soaked in silence.

Finally Asumo couldn’t take the quiet any more and actually asked the question that was bugging him, “Izumo, when you were with Ino, did she sometimes have pierced nipples and sometimes not?”

“She didn’t have pierced nipples until she pierced them a month or so ago, of course,” said Izumo in voice that sounded more disinterested and distracted than angry.

“The real Ino does not have pierced nipples and never has had them,” said Asuma. Now that got a reaction as Izumo suddenly splashed about, turning to face the smoking ninja.

“How do you know? Are you sure?” demanded a very interested Izumo.

Asuma laughed, “I looked at her, Izumo. I’m not gay, and I look at nipples. Besides the way the gossip system works, I’d have heard. I heard about Anko piercing her nipples within a half hour of when it was done.

“Anko has pierced nipples?” asked Izumo in a strange, distant voice.

“Yes, she does, and no, Ino doesn’t. So anytime you were with an Ino with nipple rings, you were with Kotetsu,” said Asuma with a sigh. “Anything else I can help you clarify? Anything you want to tell me or, ah, talk about?”

“I’m a jealous fool and an idiot,” said Izumo in that dull, odd voice.

“Aren’t we all at some point in our lives?” said Asuma, “And seriously, Kotetsu’s Ino is hotter than the real thing. He gave her much better breasts and legs than she has. I only saw it for about a half a minute just now before I came over here, and I’m embarrassed to say I gave it a full salute, if you know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t,” said that toneless voice.

“Cripes, Kotetsu made Ino look so hot, I got hard, and I knew it was him,” explain Asuma. “I don’t get hard looking at Ino anyway, so don’t feel bad that you fell for the fake Ino.”

“I didn’t fall for her. She reeked of Kotetsu’s smell, of his cum, of the food he had eaten for lunch. She stripped down and kissed me, and I could taste him on her. I sent her away, and then I went and found Kotetsu and beat him until he lost three teeth, and I’d broken his wrist.”

“What the hell is the problem then, Izumo? You’re sure kissing Kotetsu now—and now you know not only didn’t he and Ino cheat on you, he was never interested in Ino in the first place. In fact, Shikamaru insists he isn’t interested in women at all and has probably never sleep with a single one.”

“Oh my god,” said Izumo in a voice of horror. Asuma waited for Izumo to continue. After several minutes, Izumo spoke again, but this time his voice was angry, “My god, this is all my mother’s fault; she has always not wanted me to be gay.”

“What? What does your mother have to do with Kotetsu pretending to be a woman to sleep with you?” asked Asuma, genuinely confused.

“When we were teens, my mother didn’t want me to see Kotetsu any more. She would never say why, but we were always fighting about it. Then I got very sick and couldn’t leave my bed for half a year with this weird lingering virus. The doctors couldn’t figure out what it was. She wouldn’t let me see Kotetsu for the longest time. I thought I was dying, and I would never see my best friend again. I just gave up trying to get better and got much worse. Even though I couldn’t see Kotetsu, I knew he discovered girls from the gossip that the boys who could come visit me repeated. He’d started doing drugs and sleeping with girls. He got expelled from school for sneaking into the girl’s locker room. He was in the hospital from an overdose of some street drug he tried. I told my parents that they were killing my friend, and if he died, I would kill myself too. I kept telling them that he needed me to keep him straight, to stay out of trouble, and now it was too late, and he wouldn’t talk to me any more. I was convinced that even if my parents would let him visit me, he wouldn’t now that he only seemed to care about drugs and girls. I blamed them for ruining a good young man. Now, I don’t think any of that was true. I think it was Kotetsu’s way to get my parents to change their minds about him.”

“How would your parents finding out your best friend was a man-whore and a druggie make them like him more?” asked Asuma.

“Because he wasn’t gay. They must have suspected he was gay and interested in me. That’s why they wouldn’t let him come over until they were convinced he was a straight and slutty guy. He would come over with lipstick on him or smelling of perfume, and my parents would invite him to spend the night over in my room, joking that they were doing the parents of the local girls a favor. I don’t know how much really happened or didn’t. He’s been living a lie for years. How can I trust him?” Izumo’s voice was now sounding anguished, distraught.

“Hey, he did it to be with you. Remember he loves you,” said Asuma. “He must have been terrified your parents would keep him from you if he let out he wasn’t straight.”

“But I told my parents I was bisexual three years ago! What is the point in not telling me he is gay? He must not be gay; it’s all an act with me, and he loves women!”

“Izumo, stop being an ass! You two went at it for three hours straight two nights ago. No straight man could do that, and frankly, I suspect no gay guy not in love with you could do that. Seriously! And he must not of being trying very hard to fool you since he gave Ino nipple rings—I still can’t believe you didn’t figure that one out!”

“Ok, ok, so I don’t stare at women’s tits! I don’t like women’s tits!” snapped Izumo.

“Yes, good, because Kotetsu doesn’t have tits 99% of the time, and if he thinks your bisexual, maybe the tits were just so you would feel you could have all your needs met with him.”

“Oh, I never thought of that. That sort of makes sense,” said Izumo.

“Ok, so are you going to kill him tomorrow?”

“No, oh god, no, it makes sense; it’s just so sad and tragic that it had to work out this way,” said Izumo.

“God, grow up, Izumo! Sad and tragic is what happened to the dead monks at the Shinobi temple killed by Akatsuki. Sad and tragic is getting cancer! So you guys missed a few years fucking—get over it! What is it with you two and the drama? Shikamaru says you both get off on suffering, pain, and being submissive. Well, so you’re fighting with your lover, isn’t that what you two really want—some reason to beat the crap out of each other and then fuck each other to make it up? I don’t want you two sleeping together anymore until this mission is over. This constant sexual tension and drama is driving me nuts! And Shika, oh my god, I never been on mission with Shika where he masturbated this much. Seriously, you better not let that Nara hang around your boyfriend too much because I’m convinced he is hot for one or both of you.”

“Shit! Was Shika attacking Kotetsu earlier? Why was Tetsu screaming?”

“Oh, shit is right,” said Asuma, groaning, “I sent Shikamaru and Kotetsu to go back to that temple we passed down the road for the night. I wanted Kotetsu safe from you, and I didn’t think that maybe he was in more danger from Shikamaru.”

Izumo was already out of the pond and pulling on his wet clothes before Asuma finished his speech.

“Hey, hey, take time to dry, stay here and secure things,” said Asuma hastily. “I’ll go check it out and bring them back. That’s ok, right? You’re going to forgive him, right?”

“Yes,” said Izumo in a small, tired voice.

“Good. Don’t worry,” said Asuma as he took off in the direction of the temple.

Izumo wasn’t worrying, however, because he was still in a state of shock. He was trying to rewrite his and Kotetsu’s entire history together. He was trying to decide what their future would be. He suddenly remembered Kotetsu’s vow to act as his slave when they returned to Konoha. Izumo smiled. He would get his revenge on Kotetsu for every lie he’d ever told. He’d keep him locked up and naked and force him to write out the history of his life, to write out his secrets, to tell all his tricks. And he’d punish him for everyone of them.

He suddenly remember what it had felt like to hit Kotetsu’s ass with that leather belt, to hear the crack of the belt, the satifying sound of leather on flesh. That red welt on the ass had aroused him. When they got back to Konoha, Kotetsu’s ass would be covered with welts like that for a good long time. And his nipples too, those nipples he had turned into Ino’s nipples, the only woman’s nipples Izumo had ever sucked or licked or pinched. Only they weren’t a woman’s nipples, they were his. Oh, he’d punish those nipples of Kotetsu’s, maybe even pierce them. He’d deserve that. He’d probably really like it too. He’d probably get so excited by that it wouldn’t be a punishment. Izumo would need to pinch them or clamp them, to make those nipple hurt. Kotetsu must be made to cry, to suffer, to moan, to beg.

Suddenly Izumo realized he was looking forward to punishing Kotetsu very much. His cock was aroused just thinking about it, and it had surely been just a little under an hour since he’d last gotten off. And Asuma had said no sex until the end of the mission, dammit. Izumo decided he’d better take advantage of being alone to deal with his new erection. It was pretty easy for him to take care of—thinking about ways to punish Kotetsu was shockingly, dangerously erotic. He realized with a flash of insight, he too had been living a double life for years. He had clung to playing the role of quiet, obedient, friendly Izumo when he had this angry beast inside him shouting, “MINE! MINE! You touch, you die!” The beast was awake now and craving blood and pain, beating at the bars of its cage.

And when they got back to Konoha, Izumo would open that cage and let the beast out. If he and Kotetsu ended up destroying each other, so be it. As Izumo lay on his back staring up at the moon, stroking himself, he knew something sweet in him had died—and that only made the beast in him hungrier and angrier. He worked himself furiously like he had never done before and fantasized about things that would have made him feel embarrassed and ashamed only weeks ago. That Izumo--the shy and innocent virgin--was dead. `Long live the beast,’ thought Izumo as he drove himself to orgasm. And each sharp tug on his cock was like a welcoming caress to the beast, and with each tug, each stroke, the beast in him grew stronger.

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A/N: After this chapter, I had some writer's block and then MK came out with what happened in the "real" Narutoverse, and I was too sad to keep going. I'm changing the permissions so anyone who wants to continue this can do so. Sorry to leave you hanging, but of course, Izumo and Kotetsu would make up and live happily and monogamously together forever after, happily trading off as top/bottom. Thanks so much for all the encouragement and reviews!
Yours,
Hestia