Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

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!
Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
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: Just language again.

* * *

Izumo stared into the flames of the campfire, lost in memories and thought. His marshmallow melted and fell off of his stick again, the third so far. He was remembering a year before when he'd been in the very same campsite with Hayate, doing the very same thing.

That time, they'd shared a log, sitting together. They'd lost just as many marshmallows, but that had been because they'd gotten lost kissing, not in memories of kisses instead.

"Maybe this wasn't such a great idea," Kotetsu said to Kenji. Both of them had been watching Izumo drift further and further into his thoughts.

Kenji shook his head. "I don't know. I think it might still work. We just need to help him think about now, not then."

Kotetsu nodded. "Yeah, make new ones, maybe?"

"Exactly," Kenji agreed, standing up and moving around the fire. He sat on the log next to Izumo and took the other man's stick, bumping into a shoulder. "So, if you're just looking for things to burn, there's plenty of wood."

Izumo blushed. "Sorry. Maybe I should just go to bed�"

"No." Kotetsu said, taking the small space on the other side of him, crowding Izumo into Kenji. "It's too early for that. We have a better idea."

"And it starts with actually making and eating a s'more." Kenji chuckled, pulling another marshmallow out of the bag and pushing it onto the end of Izumo's stick.

"Oh." Izumo frowned at his hand. "Oops."

"Quite alright. Got a whole bag," he said, still chuckling. He guided Izumo's hand until he was holding the stick out and into the fire. They didn't say anything for a while as the treat heated, then got smashed between the graham crackers by Kotetsu.

He handed the mess to Izumo. "Eat."

"I'm not a baby," Izumo grumbled but obediently took a bite of the sweet treat. He moaned as the melted chocolate hit his tongue. "Good," he said, muffled by the food and the other two laughed.

Kotetsu and Kenji's eyes met over Izumo's head and Kenji nodded as if to say "see?" Tetsu smirked. "So, I was thinking," he started while Izumo finished the food and started licking his fingers. He was momentarily derailed as he watched the tongue dart out and run slowly along one them. He happened to catch Kenji just as focused on what Izumo was doing. He gulped then shook his head to clear it. "I was thinking we should all get tats or something."

"Hmm?" Izumo turned to his friend, his last finger still in his mouth.

Tetsu stared at it a second then watched Izumo's eyes widen and pull the finger out quickly wiping it on his jeans with a blush. "Tattoos. Ink, you know. All three of us. Before we go our separate ways. Well, some of us," he said, sending a pointed look Kenji's way.

Kenji looked a little chagrined. "Just think it's the best option for me. My parents make too much for financial aid, but not enough for college." He shrugged. "I don't plan to stay in forever."

Izumo frowned. "When do you leave?"

"I head to basic the week after graduation." Kenji said, kicking at a small stone.

The other two sighed. "We'll miss you," Izumo said looking over.

Kenji flashed a grin. "I know. You'll just have to write me, then, won't you? Just, you know, don't send any long flowery love letters."

Both of the other two snorted.

Kenji looked thoughtful, "Might not want to put anything Penthouse-worthy in there, either."

They laughed. "Yeah, I guess you gotta be careful about that kind of thing, huh?" Tetsu asked.

Kenji sighed. "Yeah. I really don't know how they deal with it, so I'll just keep my mouth shut and hope to hell I'm not attracted to anyone in my unit."

"That could be� uncomfortable," Izumo said, thinking about gym class.

Kenji snorted. "That's putting it lightly. Open showers, not even stalls. Open toilets in some places, or so I've heard� you get the idea."

"Yeah. Ugh." Izumo shook his head. "I'm glad I'm not going. I don't know that I'd be cut out for it."

Kenji poked his stick toward the fire. "You'd do it if you had to. You and Tetsu both. I'm glad you don't though. Even if we're not at war, there's too much chance something could happen."

They three friends fell silent for a few moments, contemplating just what those chances could be. A year ago, they might have laughed some of that off. But a year ago, they had one more member of their group and they were two couples, not three friends.

"So, ink," Tetsu said.

"Yeah, I like it. What should we get?" Izumo asked.

"Dragons," Kenji suggested. "He loved them."

They didn't have to ask who the "he" was. "Yeah, he did. The Chinese style ones, like from the Chinese New Year," Izumo offered.

"Oh yeah, I know those. Good idea. We'll have to find a good shop, but I think we should do that. Where?" Kenji asked.

"Hmm. I want it on my back," Kotetsu said. "Something big."

Izumo grinned. "Me, too."

"I think I need to keep it small. Not sure what the rules are about that sort of thing. I know they can have them, but there might be restrictions on size and whatnot. But we should get the same thing."

"Yeah, I like that." Kotetsu nodded.

"Me, too," Izumo added. "We just have to get through finals and graduation itself. Ugh, too much work to do when we get back," he frowned.

"Don't think about it. You've been working yourself crazy as it is." Kotetsu said. "This is a weekend off of it. All that damned extra credit you took on."

"I had to do something," Izumo felt the need to defend himself. "My grades sucked. And at least you guys are helping me."

"Wish we could do more," Kenji added.

Izumo shrugged. "It could be worse. Look at it this way, the asshole has left us alone. I don't have trouble so much at school thinking about Yate anymore, either. I'm too busy to."

"Oh God, I will never forget the asshole's face," Kotetsu started laughing.

"It was priceless," Kenji said. "He's probably still trying to figure out the definition of besmirch. I'd bet he refuses to look it up, too.

"You're assuming he can read a dictionary," Izumo said, chuckling.

The first day back to school after that weekend had been very rough. Izumo tried not to think too much about it. The morning had gone fairly smoothly, his mother even leaving him coffee to get started. The jeep hadn't even bothered him all that much.

But by the time they got to the school and he approached the lockers, he'd had the image of Hayate leaning on them, waiting for him flash into his head with crystal clarity and it had sucker-punched him. They had all taken lockers next to each other and Hayate's had been right next to Izumo's. He'd paused to stare a moment and nearly lost it in the hallway, except the asshole had spoken up. Oddly, Izumo had been a little grateful for it because he'd been able to channel his emotions into the fight instead.

"Awww, is the little fag missing his dead boyfriend?"

Oh no, he didn't. "What did you say?" Kotetsu asked, his voice low and dangerous. Kenji had stood up from his spot on the other side of Tetsu.

Izumo took a deep breath and held up a hand. "Don't bother, he's not worth it. He doesn't have enough intelligence or feelings for it to bother him. I mean, think about it. If his girlfriend had been killed in a drive-by shooting, he'd just laugh and move on to the next air-headed, slutty cheerleader."

He saw out of the corner of his eye as the asshole pulled his fist back and Izumo spun on the ball of his foot, bringing his hands up. "Go ahead. Please. Give me an excuse."

They stood, neither moving, neither backing down for a moment. "I promise you that if you say one more thing like that, I will not hesitate. I don't give a fuck if we're a few weeks from graduation. I will not stop them the next time." He stood up out of his stance and stalked toward the asshole, who was still stunned into silence. His voice dropped, just as low and dangerous as Tetsu's had been. He didn't notice the other two take up spots on either side of and slightly behind him, but the asshole did. "And I suggest that you reconsider speaking about my boyfriend ever again. I will not allow you to besmirch his memory in any way. In fact, I think, if I were you, that I would find it a good idea to stay on the other side of the school. Do we understand each other?"

The asshole didn't say anything; his eyes darted from one of them to the next. Izumo raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Well?"

Still not saying anything, he dropped his fist, turned on his heel and left. His steps were just a little too fast to be honestly casual, though he tried his best to not look like he was running. Izumo smirked. He'd failed miserably.

Izumo turned back to the other two. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to face The Bitch." Izumo gave a big smile that didn't reach his eyes and picked up his bag from where he'd dropped it.

Both Kotetsu and Kenji stared at him. "Remind me not to piss you off," Kotetsu said and Izumo actually chuckled.

"You already knew that." He smirked. "Let's go."

He'd had gone to his teachers, then, to try to get extra credit so that he could do something reasonable with his grades. Most of them had been good and willing to help him. The Bitch lived up to her name, refusing to give him extra credit or anything to help try to improve them. He consoled himself with the fact that he wasn't majoring in math in college and didn't really need calculus, anyway.

His physics, history, language and literature teachers were a lot more understanding and accommodating and, though he'd be very busy, his grades in those classes were still salvageable. The gym teacher simply told him not to worry about it, for which he was exceedingly grateful. He didn't relish the idea of running laps or something to try to make up for ignoring gym class.

With the extra work, even with Kenji and Kotetsu's help, he'd spent the better part of the last few weeks exhausted, falling into bed and asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. On the few nights he didn't fall asleep right away, Tetsu made sure he wasn't able to think much at all then proceeded to wear him out that little bit more that he'd needed.

"I miss him." Izumo said, quietly. They didn't ask who. "I feel almost like I've� I don't know, but it bugs me that I haven't had the time to think about him as much the last couple of weeks."

"We all miss him," Kenji said, "but I think it's okay, that he would want you to worry about your grades and stuff more."

"I know that - intellectually. It's easier to think than feel, though." Izumo picked up his stick and started poking into the soft ground with it.

Kotetsu put his arm around Izumo. "Who knows a good ghost story?" Kotetsu asked.

Izumo chuckled. "Thanks, Tetsu."

They spent the evening making stories up, laughing and generally having a good time and Izumo found himself thoroughly enjoying himself. He still paused now and again to wish Hayate was there, but he realized he was starting, slowly, to let go more and more.

They finally buried the fire and headed in to the tent to get sleep. Izumo had tried to bring a second one so that Kenji and Kotetsu could be alone, but they insisted they neither needed it nor wanted to. The tent they had was plenty big enough for the three of them - though that could have been argued, but they didn't really mind sleeping close. Either way, the second tent stayed at home and they shared the one they'd brought.

In fact, once they'd gotten comfortable and were moving to settle into sleeping bags, both Kenji and Kotetsu had insisted that he lay between them. Izumo tried, once more, to argue, but they wouldn't listen, either of them. He would have sworn that they'd planned it.

When Zumo woke the next morning, it was to find himself completely pinned. At first, he couldn't figure out why he was stuck quite as much as he was. Usually, Tetsu was wrapped around him from behind or something. But this time, it was more than that. Izumo was on his back and staring at the top of the tent.

As consciousness slipped further in, he remembered where he was and glanced down to see not only Kotetsu sprawled over him, but also one of Kenji's arms and legs thrown over him, too. There was a black head on his left shoulder and a brown one on his right, Kenji's long hair trailing down over his arm which was, he realized, around the taller man. His other was around Kotetsu.

He looked back at the ceiling of the tent trying to assimilate the idea of both of them curled up on him. Should he be disturbed? Or turned on?

Turned on won out when he realized a certain part of his anatomy was pinned by someone's leg, thankfully still inside his boxers. He lifted his head and looked down again and saw that it was Kenji's leg on him. He let his head fall back and his gaze went back to the top of the tent. His hands started unconsciously playing with each of the others' hair and he let his mind go to the one person who was never far from his thoughts.

What would Yate have thought about this? Well, if he were alive, he'd tell the other two to get their hands off of his boyfriend. After laughing at Zumo's predicament.

But he's not alive and his breathing hitched again at the thought. He took a deep breath. He'd probably say now that Izumo should take advantage of it. He snorted. Can't do much when he's the one pinned.

"He makes a very comfy body pillow," Kenji said, his face still buried in Zumo's chest.

"Yes, he does." Kotetsu agreed. "He's all warm and shaped just right. And I get to sleep next to him every night."

"Lucky," Kenji grumbled. "But at least I can be comfortable with him now."

"Mmm." Kotetsu answered. "Just don't get too used to it. He goes home with me."

"He has a name. And he's awake and listening, you know," Izumo said, to cover up his surprise at Tetsu's comment. That sounded awfully� possessive. Tetsu must not have realized what he said. "And you both have scratchy faces," he grumbled. "Get off."

The other two laughed and looked up at him. "Body pillows don't talk," Kenji said, dropping a kiss on Izumo's cheek.

"Yes, they should be silent," Kotetsu added, putting his own Zumo's other cheek. "Be a good pillow and stay put," he chuckled and started to settle back in but Izumo smacked him.

"Nope. I'm getting up. Want coffee," he said, wiggling out from between them. "And my chest is itchy enough now. Later, maybe, when you've both shaved."

They laughed again and the three of them started grabbing for shirts and jeans and climbing out of the tent. Izumo yawned and stumbled over to get the coffee pot and drop it onto the camp stove they'd brought. He didn't have enough patience to wait for a fire.

"Addict," Kotetsu said, smacking his butt. Izumo glared without heat at his friend.

"So, I guess you don't want any of this, then?" He asked pointedly.

"Well, now�" Kotetsu hedged.

Izumo snorted. "Exactly. Shut up and get the cups."

Lunch was somewhat subdued. They'd ended up coming across the same trail that Izumo and Hayate had gotten lost on the year before. He'd spent a good five minutes staring at the area he was sure they'd stopped at for lunch and� other activities. It took both of them to get him going again.

And now he was kicking himself for getting so upset about it. "I'm already getting tired of things like that," he said to the soda can he held.

Kenji just shook his head. "Let it go, Zumo. It's not a big deal. We may not be going through quite what you are, but we understand, at least a little. He was important to us, too. I still have things that hit me wrong." He gave a half shrug.

Izumo looked up at that. "Really?"

"Yeah. We used to watch Next Gen a lot together. If I stumble across it in my channel surfing - especially All Good Things, I go a little crazy - have to flip past it really quickly. We must have watched that episode a dozen times." Kenji finished his sandwich and started gathering garbage.

Izumo watched the lake ripple as a boat passed. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize�"

"Of course you didn't. And you don't have to," Tetsu said. "Really, Zumo. We're fine with this. Okay?"

Izumo looked from one face to the other and was grateful when all he saw was understanding and sympathy. "Okay. I'm� going to take a short walk." He stood up and brushed himself off, then wandered down to the water's edge.

"Need to bring him out of that," Kenji said, nodding toward Izumo.

"Well, I know of one absolutely sure way of doing that." Kotetsu grinned.

Kenji raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? You think he'd want to?" Kenji turned to watch Izumo walk along the beach.

Kotetsu shrugged. "At worst he says no. But I figure if we pull out that bottle we brought along�"

Kenji laughed. "That would probably do it." He paused to watch Izumo pick up a rock. "I don't want him to regret it, though, get pissed at me. Especially with me leaving in a couple of weeks."

Kotetsu shook his head. "He won't. Probably welcome the chance to stop thinking."

"If you're sure�" he chuckled. "I wonder if we can get him to talk. I'd love to hear this infamous talent he has with words."

"Oh, I bet you could. And he is talented." Kotetsu's eyes unfocused for a moment as he got lost in a memory of that very talent.

"So both you and Hayate have said. He told me about one night when he couldn't be over at your place. They spent the whole damned night on the phone. I didn't believe him when he told me just� how much he did."

"I heard that call. I was on the bottom bunk and Zumo was up on his. He didn't bother trying to keep quiet. If I hadn't been so turned on, I would have been pissed for being stuck listening to it." He snorted, "But I was and I took care of it." He shook his head, looking over to meet Kenji's gaze and smirked. "Three times."

"Bullshit." Kenji said, mouth dropping. "And where was I?"

"We'd just talked about not really being boyfriends then." Kotetsu said, looking down into his can.

"Oh. Sorry." Kenji said, upending his own drink and emptying it.

"Nah. Nothing to be sorry for. Just� Anyway, we'll find a way to get him to do it for you." Kotetsu chuckled.

"You are one lucky bastard," Kenji said, shaking his head.

Kotetsu shrugged. "I suppose. I'd be luckier if we were boyfriends or something. Most of the time, he just comes to me to forget."

"Ouch." Kenji said.

Tetsu shrugged again. "Nah, not really. He's my best friend. I don't love him, so it's not like it hurts. And hell, I'm not complaining, am I?"

Kenji snickered. "No, guess not. No wonder you haven't asked me, lately."

"Hey, I'm sorry. You should have said something," Tetsu said, raising an eyebrow.

Kenji held his hands up. "No big deal. We haven't exactly had a lot of opportunity with him kind of� you know, waking up. But�" He paused and shrugged, "Well, anyway, I wouldn't mind getting together a least a couple of times before I leave." He said with a grin.

Kotetsu nodded, his grin matching Kenji's. "Of course."

They both turned and their smiles dropped as they watched Izumo skip rocks across the surface of the water. "He'll be okay," Kenji said.

"Yeah. He's already getting there. Some stuff is always going to bother him. But�" Tetsu trailed off with a half-shrug.

"Right." Kenji took a deep breath. "Well, let's swim. I'm already hot," he said, standing up and toeing his shoes off.

"Yeah, you are," Kotetsu said, chuckling.

"Aw, dear, you're just too sweet." Kenji laughed at Tetsu's snort then dropped his jeans, showing off his swimsuit.

"Holy hell, Kenji, could you leave a little to the imagination?" Kotetsu asked, eyeing the Speedo with a raised eyebrow.

Kenji gave a mock flex and laughed even harder. "Jealous?"

Kotetsu snorted, but let his eyes travel over his friend's body anyway. "Hardly," he said, dropping his own jeans.

Kenji raised his own eyebrow, causing Tetsu to grin even wider. "Hello pot, my name's kettle." He held out a hand.

Kotetsu just punched him in the shoulder with a laugh and took off for the water. Kenji followed and they both made sure to splash Izumo on their way by. Zumo sputtered, drenched in his clothes and started stripping. "Bastards! I am so getting you two!" He shouted, struggling out of his wet jeans. Once he was down to his swim trunks, he took off after them.
- 16
- 17
- 18
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

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