Illusion and Dream | By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The alarm went off way too soon and Kotetsu slapped a hand down onto it. It fell silent and he sent up a short prayer that he didn’t actually break it. He had no wish to have to pay for damages that Konoha wasn’t going to reimburse him for.
He took a deep breath and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Izumo was still stretched out on the floor, asleep, based on the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing. Kotetsu rubbed his face hard and stood, moving over and squatting next to his friend. "Zumo," he called softly, shaking his friend’s shoulder.
Izumo opened his eyes and Kotetsu took a moment to smile at the ability to see both of them for once. "Time to get up already?" He asked and started to stretch.
"Unfortunately. According to our orders, the first patrol is supposed to start in about half an hour. We need to be in place before it does." Kotetsu suppressed a yawn and glanced down along Zumo’s body without thinking, quickly looking away when he saw the rather impressive tent before it could cause one in his own shorts. He stood up and turned to grab his clothes.
"Okay," Izumo sighed and Kotetsu heard the blankets move. "When we get done tonight, I think I’m going to sleep like the dead."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Tetsu said, pulling his shirt on. "If you need the bathroom, you can have it first. I’ll put the bedroll away."
"Thanks," Izumo said, a puzzled tone to his voice, but Kotetsu didn’t respond to it. A moment later, he heard the footsteps and then the door close and he breathed a sigh of relief. He’d had the overwhelming urge to push his friend back down onto those blankets and do things they’d both regret.
He shifted his thoughts to the mission, finished dressing quickly, put the blankets away and waited for Izumo to come back out. A few moments later, they were on the street.
Izumo reached out to take his hand and he resisted the urge to sigh. "I think it’s late enough that you don’t have to do that," he said quietly, ever mindful that anyone could be listening.
"Anyone could be watching us," Zumo replied and Kotetsu frowned, but took Zumo’s hand as they turned toward the daimyou’s compound again.
.
Izumo sent up a small prayer of thanks that Kotetsu didn’t argue the point. His fingers curled around his friend’s and his eyes slid closed briefly in reaction. He’d just about convinced himself during the course of their nap that he’d imagined the things he’d felt from Tetsu.
And he’d needed to find out if he had or if they’d been real. He couldn’t very well demand his friend kiss him. And he wasn’t sure he really wanted to, yet, anyway. There was no need to kiss him and Izumo was still attached to someone else. So, the only thing he could come up with to verify things was to insist that Tetsu take his hand.
Sure enough, the feelings had come back from it, full force. So, if what holding his hand felt like was any indication, the rest had been just as real.
But now what?
He could no longer deny that he reacted to Kotetsu in ways he’d never reacted to Raidou. He could no longer be absolutely sure that he didn’t love both of them, at least to a degree.
But he couldn’t continue to love both of them. That didn’t work.
He let a sigh out and glanced over at his friend. Kotetsu had a very pensive look on his face. "Are you worried about the mission?" He asked to try to bring things back onto some kind of stable ground.
"Hmm?" Kotetsu glanced over at him. "Oh, no, actually. I think, for the most part, once we verify a few things, it’ll be pretty simple."
"Oh. Then, what’s wrong?" Izumo asked. He was tired of not talking to his friend anymore, tired of the strained silences and uncomfortable looks. He knew what most of it was about, since he caused as many of them as Tetsu did. But he wanted it to end.
"Um... thinking about Gen," Kotetsu murmured, and Izumo managed, just barely, to keep from wincing.
He’d asked, though, hadn’t he? He nodded and frowned. "I hope they don’t get sent out on anything long term before we can get back."
Kotetsu glanced over at him. "Me, too. Been too damned long."
"No doubt." He sighed and tried to ignore the tug in the vicinity of his heart at the thought of their boyfriends. He pulled his hand out of Kotetsu’s and his friend let him go. He suppressed the disappointment and turned, instead and took in the wall to the daimyou’s headquarters.
They could see guards at the front gate, but no where else. At least, yet. Izumo glanced around and spotted a perfect two-story building a few doors down. He got Kotetsu’s attention and sent a pointed glance that way.
Tetsu nodded and they both took a stroll that direction. There was a narrow alley next to the building and, after glancing around to make sure they weren’t being watched, they slipped into the darkness.
Zumo bumped into Tetsu who had stopped suddenly. "Tetsu?"
"Shh!" Kotetsu warned, his hand coming up to sit over Zumo’s face. Then, Izumo heard in his ear a very quiet whisper. "I think someone saw us."
Izumo made a tiny inquisitive noise and Tetsu let go of his mouth. "Where?" He breathed. He wished all to hell and back that he could see Tetsu because they wouldn’t need to talk then, but the alley was downright black and he couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face.
"Don’t turn around. They’re at the mouth of the alley." Izumo thought maybe he felt the words more than heard them. "Put your arms around me," Kotetsu said and Izumo did as he asked. He felt Tetsu’s arms come around him and then he was turned and pushed up against the wall of the building. "They’re acting like they’re just waiting for something and they may not be able to see us, but..."
Izumo nodded against Tetsu’s chest. His arms tightened around the other man’s body and he turned his head a little bit. "Kiss me."
"What?" Kotetsu asked, his voice louder than it should be.
"Shh! Kiss me. They’ll think we just found a place to make out."
"Oh," Kotetsu said and placed his lips -- closed -- over Izumo’s.
And it was ridiculous. It didn’t even qualify as a kiss and it went straight to Izumo’s cock. He fought it, fought the urge to push for more, desperately tried to fight the need and want that was clawing through him.
And lost.
Kotetsu just felt too damned good. His eyes slid closed, his mouth moved over the one against his and his tongue glided across Tetsu’s bottom lip.
The other man opened to him with a quiet moan. The thought floated to him through the haze of lust that the noise was a bad thing until his mind reminded him that they were trying to convince their watcher that they were making out. Which, his body pointed out, they really were doing. They didn’t have to do much convincing.
The kiss deepened and Kotetsu leaned into Izumo who rocked into his friend. He heard another moan and vaguely registered that it came from his own throat. Tetsu’s tongue became more insistent and Izumo’s fingers threaded through the black spikes. He pulled back enough to nip at those incredibly talented lips before going right back to the longer, deeper kiss.
It was Kotetsu’s turn to rock, his hard cock rubbing Izumo’s through the layers of fabric. One of Kotetsu’s hands dove under Izumo’s shirt and he felt two fingers pinch at his nipple, dragging another groan from him. His hips rolled again, his arousal grinding into Tetsu’s and the kiss became even more insistent.
"Oh God," Izumo moaned when they broke apart briefly for air. The hand still buried in Tetsu’s hair tightened and the other moved down over Tetsu’s back to cup his ass and pull that incredible body more insistently against his own.
Kotetsu grunted and his hand slid down over taut muscles to come to a rest at Zumo’s waist right above his pants. More grinding, more rocking and Tetsu pulled back once more, then tilted his head to nibble at an earlobe and down over the other man’s neck. "Want you..." he whispered, not paying attention to what he was saying.
"Oh God, want you, too," Izumo groaned, rocking even more. His hand squeezed at the ass under his palm and then he did his own nibbling on skin -- any skin his mouth could get to.
The hand under Zumo’s shirt slipped under the waistband of his pants, worked its way between them and managed to wrap itself around Izumo’s cock. And the groan that escaped Izumo’s mouth at the feel of that hand stroking his dick was very, very loud.
Loud enough to wake them both up. Tetsu’s hand stilled, Izumo blinked into the inky darkness and both of them tried, desperately, to simply remember what oxygen was.
Then they turned at the same time to look at the mouth of the alley. Their watcher was gone, so they turned back to each other. Neither moved, neither could force themselves to let go quite yet.
Need, want and lust were rioting through both of them, demanding satisfaction. Their bodies didn’t care who it was that was touching them. It didn’t matter to their cocks who the hand belonged to.
But it mattered to their minds. And their hearts.
"We can’t..." Kotetsu started.
"Do this," Izumo finished for him.
The hand was pulled from Izumo’s pants and despite his best efforts a minor whimper escaped his throat. Izumo thought Kotetsu would just back up and step away, but he didn’t. He pulled his friend back into his arms and they just held each other for a few more moments while they both fought to calm down.
"We can’t cheat on them..." Kotetsu whispered. "As much as I want you right now -- and I want you badly -- I won’t do that to him."
Izumo shook his head, knowing Kotetsu would be able to recognize what he was doing. "You’re right. I’m... I’m sorry..." he whispered.
"Don’t. We..." Kotetsu stopped.
"Neither of us stopped the other," Izumo said for him.
"Yeah. I... I’m not sorry it was you," Kotetsu managed. "I’m sorry I did at all. Do... do you understand the difference?"
Izumo was a little surprised to hear that from his friend, but in a strange way, he was glad, too. "Yes, I do. The same here, you know."
"Yeah," Kotetsu replied.
They gave themselves another moment to finally calm down completely then Kotetsu let go and stepped back. "Ready to go up?"
Izumo started to nod, then rolled his eyes at himself. "Yeah, I am."
"Let’s go then," Kotetsu said, channeled the chakra into his feet and started up the side of the building, Izumo close behind him.
.
When they got to the top of the wall, they slipped over the edge and crouched in one corner. The roof itself was flat and mostly empty. There were a few skeletal clothes lines stretched across the area, a door leading to the lower levels and nothing else.
They turned to the compound on the other side of the street and peered through the deepening gloom. The guards that had earlier looked bored and kept watch on the innermost doors had been replaced. Instead there were two more, these looking much more alert.
"I can’t get enough of a feel for the layout from here," Kotetsu whispered in Izumo’s ear. "I’d like to get a view from different angles as much as I can."
Izumo nodded. "Go, I’ll see what I can find out from here."
Kotetsu stood up, but Izumo grabbed his wrist. "I know stealth isn’t one of your strong points, but it’s key right now."
Kotetsu chuckled. "I can be stealthy when it’s called for."
Izumo considered him for another moment with a half smile, then nodded and said, "Okay. And... be careful." It was only by virtue of the windless evening and quiet street that the words reached Kotetsu’s ears.
Kotetsu reached up, put his hand on Izumo’s shoulder and squeezed. "I will. You, too."
Izumo nodded again and turned his attention back to the compound while Kotetsu disappeared from sight. He watched several other guards come out of the main building at that moment. They split into groups of two and each of the three teams went in a separate direction, one east, one west and the third north, around the building.
Izumo noted that the inner door guards relaxed again and hummed to himself.
It was well over two hours later when Kotetsu returned. "I think I have most of the outside figured out," he whispered. "We’ll have to get into the buildings somehow, though. If as much of the intel we have now is this wrong, we can’t depend on any of it."
"No," Izumo agreed. "The guard schedule we have is definitely all wrong. I have the details now, but we’re going to have to reconsider our strategy."
Kotetsu nodded. "Do we stay until they go in for the night?"
"I think it’s best, to be sure of what information I’ve gathered, but I’d kill for tea or something." Izumo stopped and his eyes focused on the guard team that was approaching along the inner part of the wall. He motioned to Kotetsu for silence then pointed and Tetsu looked that direction to watch, too.
The team followed the curved line of the wall and Izumo held up three fingers. Kotetsu knew that meant they’d go another thirty meters before turning around and starting back the other way. He tapped Tetsu on the shoulder, held up two fingers and they watched as one of the other guard teams met the first one at the end of that thirty meters. They paused to talk for a minute and then both teams turned back around and continued their patrol, leaving that section of the wall, complete with tree, empty for a solid two minutes. Just enough time.
"I’ll get some tea. Stay put," Kotetsu murmured in Izumo’s ear. Zumo nodded silently, eyes still trained on the compound. Kotetsu paused briefly, fought the urge to kiss his friend and squeezed Izumo’s shoulder instead, then disappeared over the top of the wall.
The patrol passed twice more before Kotetsu came back with the bottles of tea. Izumo opened his and drank half of if down. Surveillance was the worst possible part of any mission. And, unfortunately, one of the most important parts.
The night passed mostly in silence. They communicated now and again with their signals, sharing details and items of interest that they each spotted.
And though most of their attention was taken up with the daimyou’s compound, the guards and other traffic and details, their minds were still stuck on what they’d almost done down in the alley between the buildings.
They’d almost fucked, right then and there.
They could argue that it hadn’t gone that far, that it was mostly kissing and Tetsu’s hand had been in Izumo’s pants which wasn’t nearly the same. But they both knew that if it weren’t for the moan Zumo had let out, they would have done a whole hell of a lot more.
They also couldn’t ignore the fact that they’d both admitted, out loud, that they wanted each other. They’d known it, even if they hadn’t been willing to recognize it. But now they’d said it outright and that somehow made it seem so much more... real.
It was about an hour before dawn when they saw the last patrol go back inside the main building. When they were sure that a new set of teams wasn’t coming back out, they slipped back over the side of the wall and landed back in the alley.
As they approached the street, they paused and looked at each other for a long moment, then reached out at the same time and clasped hands. The trip to the inn was made in silence, both lost in thought over what they’d done, the details they’d learned and a whole mess of other things.
When they got to the room, Izumo pulled out the scrolls and the extra paper he’d brought and made his notes before he forgot anything. Kotetsu corrected the layout of the compound and drew a rough map of the city, marking headquarter gates, streets leading to and from and various other traffic details and points of interest. After a short discussion to make sure they both agreed on all of the information, they sealed their notes into a scroll, then stashed it into the bottom of Kotetsu’s pack.
Izumo picked up his pajamas then and hurried into the bathroom to change. Kotetsu took that opportunity to do the same, then rolled out the bedroll and made up Izumo’s bed. He checked and made sure he hadn’t broken the alarm clock earlier and by the time Izumo had finished in the bathroom, he was laying down and ready to sleep.
"Thank you," Izumo murmured, settling down onto the bed Tetsu had set up.
"You’re welcome." Kotetsu paused briefly, like he wanted to say something else, but thought better of it. "Night, Zumo," he said, instead.
"Night, Tetsu," Izumo nearly whispered. He wanted to say so much, wanted to ask so much, but he knew that it wasn’t the time for it, if there ever would be one. He pushed it away as much as he could, knowing he wouldn’t solve anything that night, anyway. Then he settled further under the blanket and prayed he’d get to sleep soon.
He wouldn’t be that lucky. In fact, it would take them both a very long time to actually fall asleep.
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