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Firsts
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! I make no money off of this!
Chapter List
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REMINDER:This story takes place in Darkprism's Monoshizukanohi Universe. Though the appearances of Monoshizukanohi locations in this series of stories is minor, it does exist and that world belongs to her. She graciously allows me to play.

Secondly, this story is relatively tame, but the boys ARE, technically, underage . So, technically, I need to add the "minor" warning.

Rest of the warnings for this chapter: Language, oral, anal, HJ...

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He surfaced to consciousness slowly. He registered sensations separately, his mind foggy. He noted that he was warm despite the air-conditioned room and that felt good. Warm because the blanket was tucked carefully around him. He wondered at that and figured it was Kotetsu's doing.

He realized he felt safe, and that was good, too. Safe from some of the pain, at least for the moment. Safe because Tetsu was wrapped tightly around him, arm around his waist and up along his chest. His back was tight against Tetsu's front, and his friend was spooning him.

He felt rested, too. Surprisingly, he didn't have a headache, wasn't achy like he was the day before when he woke. He supposed last night's storm hadn't been quite as� violent as the previous one.

His eyes opened and he blinked into the murky early-morning half-light. He glanced up and saw the alarm clock read just after six. Much too early to get out of bed, but he wasn't going to get back to sleep in his current state.

He was wide awake and really didn't want to move. It felt good and he was rational and sane enough at the moment to recognize that it was okay to want that, okay to appreciate how good it all felt. His eyes drifted around the room and caught the framed picture on the chest of drawers across the room. His breathing hitched a little, but it didn't send the fist to his gut that he expected it to.

He unconsciously snuggled into Tetsu a little more at the reaction and he felt the arms tighten around him in response. "Are you okay?" Tetsu's quiet voice floated to him.

He nodded, not wanting to speak, not wanting to break the tenuous peace he had. Tetsu's hand had moved up to his shoulder in the attempt to bring him even closer. Izumo suspected that a single dust mote couldn't have worked its way between them. And he didn't mind, right then, not one bit.

He rubbed his face against the hand, adding to the touch. He needed touch and held on almost desperately to this little bit of sanity, little bit of normalcy. He turned his head and dropped a light kiss on Tetsu's hand.

He heard the intake of breath and opened his mouth to apologize, then stopped. Tetsu didn't want apologies, he reminded himself, so he said nothing.

Then the hand tugged gently at his chin and Izumo turned his head to look over his shoulder. Tetsu's eyes darted from his own to his mouth and back again.

And it hit him that Tetsu needed comforting, too. Tetsu needed to know that he still cared about him, still needed him around. Still wanted him around.

Izumo had been so busy being angry with himself for his subconscious automatically seeking normalcy, for wanting the mundane that he'd forgotten that Tetsu needed it, too. Yet again ignoring the living. He felt the pang and swallowed. And he'd fought so hard against it - his subconscious, the normalcy - that, even if Tetsu knew it wasn't directed at him, it still had to hurt, had to make him� wonder.

And maybe if they weren't where they were in that moment, he could just say something like that. Maybe even make a joke about it then punch him in the arm for doubting. But it wasn't the time for that, now.

Izumo tugged gently on the hand and he saw Tetsu's eyes drop and frown form when he was released. But he turned around, and, taking a deep breath and shoving his doubts and grief aside for a few moments, he tangled his legs up with Tetsu's, scooted against him again, and looked up.

Kotetsu watched him warily. Izumo reached up and pushed a little at the shaggy black hair. "You need a haircut," he said, and felt a little better when he got an eye roll in response. Then he leaned forward, keeping his eyes on Tetsu's so that there was no doubt that Izumo knew what he was doing and who he was doing it with, and he laid his lips over his friend's.

Kotetsu's eyes slid closed and Izumo's followed. His friend's lips came alive under his, nibbling, nipping and tasting. His mouth opened and Izumo didn't hesitate. His tongue slid along the other's and he heard a quiet moan from Kotetsu's throat.

The arm around his waist tightened and brought him a little closer, skin against skin and Izumo reveled in the sensation. It had been so long.

They broke apart for air and Izumo breathed a quiet, "Tetsu." He couldn't have explained to himself what all was in that one syllable, he just knew it was full of so much. Want, need, fear, grief�

There was an answering whisper from his friend then their mouths crashed back together. Kotetsu's hand slid along his back and down to his ass, cupping it. Just that little touch drove Izumo crazy. He sucked in a breath and unconsciously rocked into Tetsu.

Tetsu's hand gently squeezed and he pulled back, eyes fixed on Izumo's. "Zumo, do you want�" he started but paused at the look on his friend's face.

"I� don't know that I'm ready for that. I just need to touch. Can� God that's selfish�" he shook his head and looked down.

Tetsu tilted his chin back up. "No. Let me help. Let me do� something." Izumo just blinked at him, heard the frustration in his voice and frowned. But before Izumo could reply, he continued, "God, if you're worried about me getting worked up, I can go jerk off in the shower. So, don't. Worry, that is. If you want something, let me give it to you, if I can."

Izumo swallowed hard, nodded, and leaned in again, feeling the lips that were so damned familiar lend the kind of touch he so badly needed. He recognized and remembered that fluttering in his belly that had so characterized their first kisses together. And when he could let go of Hayate like this for these few minutes, he could simply enjoy that flutter, that anticipation.

He just allowed himself to accept the kisses, give them back, feel the touches, the palms and fingertips ghosting over his skin. He found himself just as aroused as he could tell Tetsu was. But his heart shied away from doing more, regardless of what his body wanted.

But the more they touched, the more they kissed, the more his body demanded. He pulled back briefly, taking a moment to just breathe. Could he? Should he? Maybe�

Hayate wouldn't want you to do this to yourself, to deny yourself.

That thought brought a confusing combination of sadness and sanity. No, Hayate wouldn't want that and Izumo knew it. He closed his eyes and didn't realize he whispered out loud when he said, "He's gone. He's gone and I'm not. I'm alive and I'm human and oh God, I need�"

Tetsu's hand came up and brushed some of the hair back from his face. "That's right, Zumo. You're not gone. You're alive and you deserve to live."

Izumo took a deep breath, swallowed once more then shifted back a little. Keeping his eyes on his best friend, he slid his hand between them. He brushed the back of his fingers over Tetsu's erection and watched the slanted eyes close and listened to his sharp inhale. "Zumo�" he whispered.

He swallowed the last of his doubts and slipped his hand under the waistband of his friend's boxers and wrapped his fist around Tetsu's length. Tetsu's hand went to his, started stroking and he closed his eyes. "Oh God, Tetsu that feels good." The moan was louder than it should be, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Simple touch. Just this little bit. A hand on his cock and he was already more than a little crazy.

But he realized he was okay with it. He might regret it later, but he'd face that then. He knew what he wanted, what he needed. He swallowed hard, and opened his eyes again. "Tetsu�" he started and watched his friend's dark eyes focus on his face. "Please... Will you� I want� Um�," he stuttered through it, but he saw when Tetsu got it and he closed his mouth.

"Are you sure?" Kotetsu asked, watching Izumo's face carefully. He closed his eyes for one brief moment and then nodded.

"Yes."

He wasted no time. Tetsu pulled at Zumo's pants and had them off, and his mouth around Izumo's cock in what could have only been counted in seconds. "OH GOD, Tetsu!" He nearly shouted, stuffing his fist in his mouth at the last moment.

Grunts. Moans. Near shouts into the fist he was still biting on. The other hand threaded through the black hair and pulled the way he knew Tetsu liked him to, and he was blessedly, blessedly lost in sensation. Tetsu took no prisoners, he had no hesitation, he gave everything he could, everything he knew and poured it all into pleasuring his friend.

"Tetsu� Oh God, Tetsu more. I want you. Please�" The last word came out with a whine but he couldn't care.

Kotetsu moved up along his body, capturing his lips again and pinning his arms over his head in one hand. With the other, he touched, teased and tormented, driving Izumo completely mindless. Low whimpers of pure need and want leaked out, Izumo's body moving and shifting, trying to reach more of that touch, more of the feeling, just more.

Another plea slipped through his lips and Tetsu let go of his arms to reach under the pillow. Izumo was so far gone, Tetsu had to spread his friend's legs himself, but he didn't mind. He wanted him like that, unable to think, only feel. They were both so hard and aching, it wouldn't take long.

He forced himself to slow down. Zumo was tight - as in holy fuck tight and Tetsu had to concentrate. But Izumo was impatient, moving against his fingers, and he had to admit, he was, too. He made sure he was coated then finally, he was pushing into his friend.

"Oh fuck�" Tetsu groaned and heard an answering moan. Zumo's legs lifted, his hands went to Tetsu's upper arms and his nails dug into Kotetsu's shoulders. When Tetsu was finally buried, he paused, trying desperately to remember how to simply breathe.

But Zumo didn't want to pause; he didn't want time to think. Impatient sounds leaked out and he shifted his hips, trying to encourage Tetsu' to move.

He took the not-so-subtle hint and started thrusting into his friend's tight body. Zumo's moans were wordless and loud and Tetsu had a moment to worry about the noise, but he looked down at the expression on his friend's face and couldn't really care. He was gone, lost to the sensations and the physical and that's all that mattered to Kotetsu.

Tetsu's breath hitched at the sight of this man, his best friend, Izumo. His head was thrown back, hair off of his face, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open slightly, and skin flushed. It was an� incredible sight.

And Kotetsu wanted to see it a lot more.

He shook his head at the thought, pushed it aside. He had no idea what to do with something like that, anyway. He turned his attention, instead, to driving Zumo closer to the end, giving him everything he could.

He shifted a little and sat back, pulling Izumo up to him so that his friend was riding him. He gave over control and let Izumo take what he needed, what he wanted. The brown eyes met his and he leaned forward, their lips meeting, connecting them in one more place. When they broke apart, he whispered, "Tetsu�" and Kotetsu heard the need, the want, the gratitude, and so much more that he couldn't have figured out even if he wasn't so far gone in that moment. It was all in there, in that single whisper of his name and his arms tightened briefly around Izumo.

Then they moved together, working to bring the other that pleasure, to give to each other. Tetsu leaned back slightly, his arms going up Zumo's back and hands on his friend's shoulders. Izumo's head fell back, face twisting as the feelings spiked through him. Tetsu rocked up into him as he moved, and their moans merged into one long, low sound of need.

And then Tetsu's own body took over for him and he felt the tension build fast. The body over him - Zumo's body felt so incredible, he couldn't think any longer. He pumped into him as Izumo rode him, the tight heat almost too much. It blindsided him, the pleasure, his climax, in just how swiftly it happened. "Oh God� ZUMO!" He nearly shouted as it hit, slamming into his friend and rendering him senseless, the only other sounds he made wordless grunts. He felt a bite on his neck and the pain drew his orgasm out, stretched it until he was blind and deaf.

Izumo buried his face in Tetsu's neck and when he felt Tetsu tense, when the other man jerked, raising him up off of his knees, he held on. He was close, so incredibly close and when he felt the spasms, felt Tetsu's orgasm, it triggered his own. "Oh God," he choked out, then bit down on the neck under his lips giving himself over to the fire and pleasure crashing through his body. He shuddered with it, lost completely to it the shouts he released into Tetsu's wet, hot skin.

When it was over, they held onto each other for a few moments, both panting hard. Izumo nuzzled Tetsu's neck over the mark he'd left and Kotetsu's arms tightened around the other man. Kisses were dropped, brushes of fingers and of lips across skin. Light touches to soothe as they calmed down.

Kotetsu laid Izumo back carefully, not leaving the other man just yet, not wanting to lose that connection. He followed him, Izumo's arms tightening around him, his friend's face still buried in his neck. He felt the shudders of Izumo's breathing and hoped to hell he didn't just make things worse for the other man.

Izumo swallowed hard, working to hold the emotions back. That had been everything he'd needed and wanted and then some. He'd felt things both toward and from Tetsu, things he didn't understand, things he couldn't quite figure out. And he wasn't capable of figuring them out then.

He was too busy fighting the guilt that, now that it was done, wanted to take over.

He clung to his friend, both wanting more of that touch, more of anything from him and wanting to push him away and cling instead to the guilt and memories. He felt Tetsu start to move and he whispered, "Don't� please� just a little bit longer."

Tetsu nodded and settled in a little more. The weight felt good on him, the warmth of this person, his best friend. Tetsu kissed his shoulder, one hand came up to play with his hair and he closed his eyes again, savoring the soothing gestures.

He couldn't let it guilt him, wouldn't do that. Not yet, at least. He didn't want to ruin this, didn't want to take what Tetsu had done for him and toss it back in his face. He wanted to show him instead how much it meant. He turned his head and brushed his mouth over the side of Tetsu's face. Kotetsu brought his lips to Izumo's and they both felt the emotions pouring through the kiss.

He had no idea how long they'd laid there, with just these kisses and touches, but he pulled back finally and looked up into Tetsu's eyes. "Thank you."

Kotetsu's arms tightened around him. "Thank you. For letting me help, letting me do something."

Izumo nodded and Tetsu moved off of him. He snuggled into his best friend, his head tucking once more under Tetsu's chin and they simply lay there together for a long while in silence, arms around each other, both heads filled with chaotic thoughts.

Finally, Kotetsu's arms tightened around Izumo. "Mom's going to be cooking soon and Kenji'll be here before too long. We should get up."

Izumo nodded and pulled back. "Yeah." He sighed and looked up at his best friend. "Thank you. Again."

Tetsu pushed the brown hair back. "You're welcome. Thank you." At Izumo's puzzled look, he shrugged one shoulder. "It's not like I didn't get anything out of it." He smirked a little at Izumo's snort. "But I'm glad I could help in some way. It was certainly a pleasant way to help, too."

Izumo laughed, the sound loud and odd in his ears. He was laughing! No! He's not supposed to do that! The smile faded from his face and he swallowed hard. "Could� would you mind if I showered first?"

Kotetsu shook his head, frowning. "No, go ahead."

Izumo nodded and paused briefly, looking Tetsu over. He dropped a light kiss on his friend's lips before slipping out of bed. He grabbed his pajama pants and last night's t-shirt to cover the mess on him, and hurried out of the room.

Kotetsu watched him leave and let out a long sigh. He rolled onto his back and rubbed his hands over his face then dropped them and stared at the upper bunk. How the hell did he handle all of this? And what was that, anyway? Even he knew that wasn't a straight fuck.

And it wasn't just pity or grief or anything else like that, either. There was something else there, something that reminded him a lot of what it had been like between the two of them before Hayate had ever entered the picture. He remembered the feelings he'd had when they'd kissed those few times, the first times they'd touched each other.

That had been there this time, too. And he didn't think it was just on his side.

It didn't matter. Whatever it was, whatever it had been, it wasn't something he could do anything with or about. They'd had sex, he'd helped Zumo forget, ignore his pain for a while and that's all he'd wanted.

Or, at least, all he'd admit to. He flat refused to admit that he wanted Zumo to want him for him and not because he was grieving and just needed someone. He wouldn't admit that that want was sharper than anything he'd felt for a very long time.

His mind drifted to Kenji. Maybe they weren't boyfriends, but he did have to think about the other man, too. Kenji said he didn't mind if Tetsu did something with Zumo if he needed it, but outside of that, they had kept to each other. And he didn't think it meant he should necessarily have sex with Zumo all the time, either, though he didn't know, for sure.

He sighed. Too complicated. Life had gotten way too complicated too fast. He missed how things had been just a little over a year ago when it was just about tentative touches and mutual jacking off. The first attempts at oral. He wished he could go back to then, before crushes and boyfriends and death and grief.

He shook his head at himself. He didn't really know where all of that came from, but it was time to forget about it. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes to try to relax until Zumo was done.
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Firsts	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! I make no money off of this!

Firsts