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Illusion and Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Both Izumo and Kotetsu were extremely grateful when they approached the city gates a few hours later. They'd both dozed on and off, the rocking of the cart as well as the feel of their friend up against them, lulling them to sleep. It was actually when they slowed down that they woke.

Kotetsu stirred first, surfacing to consciousness slowly. Izumo was still curled in his arms. He had twisted back around so that he was almost facing Tetsu. Kotetsu himself had shifted and turned a little. The end result was that Izumo was as wrapped around him as he was Izumo and to top it all off, Izumo's face was buried in his neck. Izumo's free arm was tight around his back, one of his arms cradled his friends body and the other hand was... cupping Izumo's ass.

And he wanted nothing more in that moment than to stay just like that forever.

The cart rolled to a stop and they were going to have to get out soon. He took a deep breath and lifted his hand to smooth the hair back from Izumo's face. "Zumo..." he started, then caught movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced up to see Sho looking at them. He gave a short wave and Sho nodded, turning back around.

Kotetsu cleared his throat and tried again. "Zumo... baby," he added, telling himself it was for Sho's benefit.

Izumo took a deep breath, then and Kotetsu could have sworn he felt a light kiss on his neck before his friend stretched and started to sit up. "Did you just call..." he started to ask, and Kotetsu's eyes darted to Sho and back down and Izumo stopped. "Did I fall asleep?" He asked instead.

"We both did, but we're here, now." Kotetsu said and the two of them sat up, looking around.

There was a line of carts in front of them, all of which were going through an inspection process before they were allowed through the gate in the enormous city wall. Kotetsu and Izumo were well familiar with that, having been the ones doing the inspecting for Konoha on many occasions. They also knew that, with that many ahead of them, it was going to take forever.

"If you youngin's wanna get goin', it's not gonna bother me none. I been through this plenty." Sho said as he turned on his seat.

Kotetsu and Izumo took the opportunity to get away from Sho without being rude. He was very sweet, but they needed space... from each other as much as from him. "We really appreciate the ride, sir. And the apples. Are you sure we can't pay you for it?"

Sho just waved a hand at him. "No, don' want anythin' and the missus would skin me alive if she found out I took it. I hope you kids find what ya need," he said, as they hoisted their packs onto their backs. "I wish ya the best and don' let anyone tell ya that ya shouldn' be tagether. I haven't seen two people more in love since my Aoi and I got tagether."

Izumo and Kotetsu exchanged looks at that, both swallowing and Tetsu held his hand out. Izumo took it, forced himself to not close his eyes over the feel and they turned back to Sho. "Thank you again, for everything."

"Yer welcome. Good luck to ya!" He said, raising his hand and they waved back, turning toward the city.

They passed the line of carts, most filled with foodstuffs, a few filled with cloth or other goods and approached the guard on the opposite side from the inspection station. The guard was tall and built, but obviously not a shinobi. He threw an uninterested glance at their hands, then raised his eyebrow in inquiry. "Afternoon. You got business here?"

"We're travelling," Kotetsu said. "Looking for a place to land for a while." They'd decided in whispers in the few moments over the afternoon that they were both awake together, to keep the amount they told anyone as limited as possible. The less they told, the less they could get caught in. What they hadn't admitted to each other was that it also meant that there was less they would let slip to each other.

The guard nodded. "Inns are mostly in the entertainment district to the left through the gates and down the main road. Work can be found at the offices near the daimyou's headquarters in the center of the city, if your looking for it. Apartments and house rentals also have an office in the same building. Good luck to you and welcome to Kouyou."

"Thank you," Izumo said and smiled.

The city was roughly the same size as Konoha, and the center of it -- and the daimyo's headquarters -- couldn't be mistaken. Like the Hokage tower in Konoha, it was easily the tallest building in the city.

They needed to find the inn first and so turned their attention to the current street. It was packed with pedestrians and vendor booths lined each side, all different types of goods for sale. There was a produce market off beyond one stretch of buildings and a fish market on the opposite end from them, both of them with merchants calling out to passersby their specials for the day. They passed these up, as well as the ramen stands and dumpling houses.

Izumo tried to pull his hand from Kotetsu's, but Tetsu leaned over to his friend. "Look, it's busy, and we're still supposed to be lovers. We'd still be holding hands if we really were, wouldn't we?"

Izumo blinked at him, then nodded and Kotetsu suppressed the sigh of relief. Their cover wasn't entirely the reason he wanted to continue holding Izumo's hand, but he wasn't about to tell his friend that. He wasn't even sure he wanted to admit it completely to himself. Instead, he turned his attention back to the street and led them to the main road the guard had directed them to, turning to look for an inn.

This street was just as crowded with people, even if the street vendors didn't set up here. But it was lined with inns and restaurants along with a couple of night clubs of questionable content as well as a few bars. Further along the road, Kotetsu could make out a theater and several other stores of some sort.

The first inn they came to was small and booked. It actually took them three tries before they found one with an open room. Luckily for them, they were posing as lovers because they wouldn't have found a room with separate beds, anyway. They paid extra for their own bathroom and then finally, they were alone.

"I swear, I'll wash dishes for a month when we get home if I can have the first shower," Izumo said, turning around.

Kotetsu laughed and waved toward the bathroom. "You don't have to offer that. I can wait. Go."

"Thank You!" Izumo grinned, spun on his heel and practically ran in.

He didn't slam the door. He didn't bang his head against it. But he wanted to, badly. This mission was going to either kill him or land him in the padded wing of Konoha hospital, he was sure of it. He lifted his left hand and stared at it as he flexed it into a fist.

He could still feel Kotetsu's touch on it.

With a sigh, he stripped out of his clothes, nearly desperate to get clean. One thing he really did miss when he was on missions was the ability to shower regularly. A cold shower would have been perfect for the arousal he'd had going when he woke up in Tetsu's arms, but gratefully, the walk through the city had taken care of that.

That had been something. And for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why he'd kissed the other man before he sat up! The only thing he could hope for was that Tetsu hadn't noticed it.

But when he woke up he'd felt so good, his friend had smelled so good. He'd found himself just gone over the feel of those fingers simply brushing his hair back off of his face. And then he'd called him 'baby' and for a brief moment, Zumo thought he might have been dreaming.

But no, he'd opened his eyes and there was enough of real life to tell him that it was, in fact, not a dream. And he'd given in to the urge to drop just the lightest, tiniest kiss on his friend's neck.

The words Sho said to them wasn't helping his sanity, either. "...don' let anyone tell ya that ya shouldn' be tagether. I haven't seen two people more in love since my Aoi and I got tagether." No, that wasn't going to help anything.

Because he knew he wasn't that good of an actor. And if he wasn't that good of an actor, did it really look to other people like he was in love with Tetsu? But... he wasn't!

Was he?

He shook his head and stepped into the shower, adjusting the temperature. He hurried through it, not knowing how much hot water there'd be. But he still had enough time to think and he kept circling back around to the same question.

Did he love his best friend?

He didn't think it was possible. Because he loved Raidou! And if he questioned that, just thinking about his lover, just picturing the man made his heart thud and his cock jump. And you can't love two people! But if he can't, why did he feel this way about Tetsu? Why did Tetsu make his heart thud just as hard, if not harder than Raidou did? Why did his cock harden damned near instantly at the thought of Tetsu naked?

So, the question, then, was, since he couldn't love both of them, which one did he love?

He was afraid he already knew the answer to that.

Kotetsu was being a bastard and he knew it. He wasn't even sure he could count the number of ways his bastard-like behavior was adding up to be, but he was sure it was many.

For one thing, he refused to let go of Zumo's hand when they walked somewhere. For another, he stayed as close as physically possible when they were in public. If they'd been in Konoha, he'd have been staking his claim on the other man. Thankfully, they weren't because Izumo already belonged to someone -- someone that wasn't him.

Which was another way he was being a bastard. Because he'd firmly put Izumo's boyfriend on the back burner. He'd have to face the man, have to face the fact that this was just a cover, that Izumo wasn't his and couldn't be when they got home. In the meantime, he took every opportunity he could to touch and just be as close to his friend as possible.

Which led to the last major way he was a bastard. Because he had his own boyfriend at home to think about. And he'd pushed Genma to the back of his mind for the time being while he dealt with the mission and the mess of emotions surrounding his best friend.

After scrubbing two days of road dust off of themselves, they'd dressed again in clean clothes. Then they sent the dirty civvies to the inn's laundry, headed out to check out the city and perhaps scare up some real food. This was the first time Kotetsu refused to let go of Izumo's hand.

Zumo had tried to argue that they didn't need to hold hands all the time. Kotetsu returned with the fact that they were supposed to be in love and would he want to touch all the time if that were the case? Izumo had had no response to that and took Kotetsu's hand without further complaint.

They wandered the streets, learning their way around, mapping it in their heads. No one even looked at them sideways and Kotetsu had actually spotted a few other same sex couples in their walk. No wonder their cover worked as well as it did. He wondered if any of the others they saw really did have the situation he and Izumo were pretending to.

Somewhere around dinner time, they finally made their way to the center of the city. The daimyou's headquarters was a compound of buildings, not just one, all of which were surrounded by a second wall. It was much shorter than the outer city wall but was still a good three meters in height. Izumo and Kotetsu noted, however, that interspersed along the wall were trees that reached right over the wall which they both snickered at.

The gate was a smaller two-door affair that wasn't guarded at that time of day. People moved freely in and out, going about their business and Kotetsu and Izumo headed in to get a look around the inside.

The interior of the compound seemed to have no real rhyme or reason and Kotetsu noted very few guards wandering the grounds -- yet again during the daytime. He suspected security tightened quite a bit once the business of the day concluded and the sun went down. They'd have to come back later and find out.

They were also realizing that to be able to get enough of their own intel and not draw suspicions doing so, they were going to have to spread their recon out over a couple of days. Both of them tried not to think of how many nights that meant sleeping a few feet from each other. Alone. In a private room.

In the mean time, they took a little bit of time and discovered that the general layout of buildings that was in their orders was accurate. There were guards in front of the main building, even at that time of day, but both of them recognized that they were not shinobi, either, like the gate guards. They both hoped that that little piece of intelligence was correct. It would make the retrieval that much less complicated.

But they still couldn't be sure yet and they'd spent enough time looking around the compound. Any longer and they were likely to gain unwanted attention.

They made their way back to the street the inn was on and stopped at one of the ramen stands across from the inn itself. They took up stools on one end of the counter, put in their orders and turned to each other.

"So far, it seems accurate," Izumo mused, his mind going over a lot of what they'd learned. He'd noted details -- like the different uniforms between the gate guards to the city and those that stood outside the daimyou's office itself. He caught the locked doors, the bored expressions and the generally relaxed atmosphere.

Kotetsu, on the other hand, was thinking through the layout. "Mostly. There are a few differences. The wall to the compound is further out than in the drawing. There are two more buildings inside the compound than the plans show and the office building itself has an extra wing to it."

Izumo nodded. Kotetsu had always been the more visual learner of the two of them. "They were bored." He put in.

"Oh?" Kotetsu asked, then turned to the server who brought their bowls. "Thank you," he said smiling up at her and she blushed and smiled back at him. He cleared his throat and turned back to Izumo who watched with a raised eyebrow. Kotetsu grinned and added to his list of bastardly behavior by leaning over and dropping a kiss on Izumo's cheek. The server cleared her throat and left quickly.

Izumo just shook his head, trying to ignore the feel of his friend's lips on his cheek. "Yes, bored. The day guards, at least, have nothing to worry about."

Kotetsu nodded. "But there could be any number of reasons for that," he said, then took a bite of his noodles.

"Yes, quite," Izumo replied watching Kotetsu drip broth down over his chin. He shook his head and picked up his napkin. And, without thinking about it, he reached up and wiped the broth off of the other man's chin.

"Aww, you take such good care of me," Kotetsu said, chuckling.

"What would yo do without me?" Izumo asked with a laugh, turning to his own noodles.

"I have no idea." Kotetsu's voice dropped a little and turned slightly husky.

Izumo looked up at it and the look in his friend's eyes made him more than a little uncomfortable. The light banter had turned serious quickly, but he recognized that Kotetsu was quite right. He had no idea what he'd do without the other man in his life. Worse, he wasn't sure just how much he'd be able to deal with it if they were reduced even to just seeing each other occasionally.

Which would be a fact if things got more serious with Raidou and Genma.

He frowned at that and pushed it off. He met Kotetsu's eyes again and whispered, "Me, either." That could have meant a number of things, Izumo realized, but he knew that Kotetsu would take the correct one. They stared at each other for a moment, saying nothing, then Izumo pulled himself back with effort. He glanced down and took another bite of his ramen in silence.

Kotetsu cleared his throat and picked up a piece of his chicken. After a few moments of not speaking, he looked back over at his friend. "For one thing, they may simply not be expecting trouble."

Izumo nodded, recognizing the attempt to get back to the mission. "Or, there may be enough security inside that the outside is little more than a visual deterrent."

"Which is more likely," Kotetsu sighed, then drained his bowl. He dripped broth down his chin again and Izumo sighed, reaching up to wipe it away once more. This time, Kotetsu caught his hand when he was about to pull it back. Another silent moment, another long look and neither man would ever be able to explain why Kotetsu did what he did.

He turned his head and kissed the inside of Izumo's wrist, his eyes never leaving the single brown one.

Izumo's breath stuttered to a stop in his chest and he completely forgot to start it up again. That tiny little kiss went straight to his cock and it twitched to life uncomfortably. The heat in Tetsu's eyes knocked him for a loop and all he could think in that moment was that he wanted those lips somewhere else.

Just about anywhere else on his body would do, as long as there were no clothes between them and his skin.

He started to see stars and he realized he hadn't started breathing again. He sucked in a breath, the dizziness fading and he pulled his hand back. He continued to stare at his friend for another moment before turning back to his soup and draining it.

What the hell had that been?

Everything in him in that moment was screaming for him to lean over and kiss his friend. Which was crazy, ridiculous, and most definitely not necessary.

But then again, neither was the kiss to his inner wrist, either, was it?

He sighed and turned on his stool to look back at his best friend again. Kotetsu was sitting and simply watching him. The expression on the other man's face was unreadable. There was a small smile playing at his lips and the heat was still in his eyes. Izumo swallowed and opened his mouth to say something -- though he had absolutely no idea what.

He closed it again without speaking. He shook his head, at a complete loss as to what he could possibly do with this.

Because the only thing he could think about in that moment was that he wanted to grab Kotetsu by the hand and drag him across the street and up into their room.

And proceed to fuck the man until his friend couldn't think of anyone besides him ever again.

Kotetsu watched his friend work to get control and knew he was going to hell for what he was doing. But he couldn't seem to resist baiting the man next to him, couldn't seem to control the need for his best friend.

He couldn't seem to not touch or kiss.

He had to stop this. The next few days were going to be miserable enough as it was; knowing that Izumo was a few feet away from him at night was going to drive him completely insane.

Maybe he wouldn't have to worry about it all in the end. Maybe he'll just get checked into the psych ward at the hospital when they got home and it wouldn't matter, anymore.

He turned away from his friend and dug his wallet out of his pocket, tossing money onto the counter to pay for their dinner. "Are you finished?" He asked in a near whisper and Izumo nodded.

He was a little surprised that, when they stood up, Izumo reached for him. He glanced over at his friend who raised the brown eyebrow at him and he knew there was no way for him to gracefully not take the other man's hand. He, himself, had already established that they needed to continue that for their cover. He'd very efficiently trapped himself.

Going to hell. He was sure of it.

It was a damned good thing he didn't believe it existed.

They crossed the street in silence and climbed the stairs to their room. Once inside, Izumo turned to his pack and pulled out his pajama pants. He glanced over his shoulder at his friend without meeting the slanted eyes. "You can have the bed first. We should probably take a nap or something. We're likely to be up most of the night, verifying the guard schedule."

"I don't need the bed, Zumo, you can have it."

"Please, just... just take it. I'll be fine," he insisted. "I'll... be out in a minute," he managed and escaped into the bathroom.

Kotetsu hurried to change into his own boxers, set the little alarm clock on the bedside table and climb under the covers on the big bed. It was huge compared to the one he had at home and felt very very empty. He'd have given anything to have Izumo laying next to him, but he knew better. Because if the man was in that bed with him, they wouldn't keep it to sleeping.

He rolled to his side, turning his back to the bathroom door. When Zumo came out a few minutes later, he listened as the other man opened up his bedroll. "Would... you mind if I took the other pillow?" He asked.

"No, of course not," Kotetsu answered, sitting up and tossing it to his friend. They stared at each other for another moment, then both laid down at the same time. Izumo rolled until his back was to the bed and Kotetsu finally settled in and closed his eyes.

Genma's face floated to mind and he swallowed around the lump that formed. Things, as confusing as they could be, were still a lot simpler when he was home and Gen was there. He found himself missing the taller man in that moment, wishing he was back in bed next to his boyfriend, curled around Genma's back.

If he concentrated, he could even feel the other man in his arms, remember the taste of Gen's lips. He swallowed again and sighed, trying to force himself to sleep. After the long day, he thought he'd be able to, but it eluded him.

He was constantly aware of Izumo's presence on the floor at the end of the bed. He could hear Izumo's breathing and wished with everything that was in him in that moment that he'd never gotten involved with Genma. As hard as things had been to love Zumo in silence, the only person he'd been hurting then was himself.

But the things he'd done that day -- the insistence on holding Izumo's hand, the kisses he'd given the other man -- none of those had been necessary and the one person he wanted to hurt least in the world -- his best friend, was the one he was hurting the most with it. He knew his friend, knew he was only confusing Zumo more and making the other man worry about Raidou.

Feeling lower than he ever had when he'd been fucking around, Kotetsu finally fell into a fitful sleep. He was plagued by dreams of ending up completely alone in the end, having hurt everyone in the process of trying to get out of the mess he'd created.
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Illusion and Dream	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Illusion and Dream