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Molasses	By : Penbrydd Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Naruto is not my toy, although sometimes I wish it was. Everyone you meet here belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, we just borrow them, occasionally.
Author's Note: While I'm not a real fan of Raidou and sex in the same sentence � he just seems a bit too self-contained to indulge � this was so cracky that I just couldn't leave it alone. Parts of Izumo's dialogue belong to Sweetbriar, without whom this would not ever have gotten as far as it has. And now, for the smutty chapter.
Warnings: Cocksucking, expletives, gratuitous Kotetsu abuse.
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"Really?" Izumo lit up like a little girl on Christmas -- wide eyed and gawking in ecstatic shock, he just sort of gaped at Raidou for a few seconds before he pulled himself back under control. "Well, let's see if I can convince you that it's better than it sounds, hm?" He lowered himself to the floor, turning to position himself between Raidou's knees as he knelt. The tokujou looked about ready to crawl out of his own skin. "If you want me to stop, just tell me." Tracing a finger along the inside of Raidou's thigh, Izumo smiled up at him, reassuringly.
Still a little pale at the thought, Raidou nodded, deciding that, after everything he'd heard, it couldn't be that bad. In theory, Izumo knew what he was doing and how to make it good -- besides, Izumo was a friend, and a good one, at that. Friends tended to stop before the real trauma started. He closed his eyes as Izumo's palm slid over the fabric of his pants, gently caressing him. Maybe if he just didn't look, this would be easier. Maybe if he just leaned back on his elbows, and thought about nothing in particular...
As Raidou began to calm down, Izumo opened the tall tokujou's pants and leaned in to breathe warmly against the chequered fabric of his boxers. There was a faint rustling sound as Raidou's hand gripped the sheet. "Calm down, Rai. I'm not going to hurt you. Do you want me to stop?"
Without opening his eyes, Raidou shook his head. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just having some trouble with the idea." It would be easy to just push Izumo away, but this was the first serious offer he'd ever gotten, and he wasn't about to resign himself to another twenty-odd years of waiting, just because he couldn't hack the prospect of an educational blow job from a dear friend. It was freaky, but he'd get over it.
Izumo rubbed his face against Raidou's boxers, finally resting his lips against the shape of the still-limp cock under them. "I love it when Ko talks dirty to me. Do you think it would help you if I started to talk about how good you smell and how much I want to feel you get hard in my mouth?"
Raidou groaned -- he'd never even thought that far ahead. He'd just sort of assumed he'd have to be hard first, but now that he thought about it, there really wasn't any reason it wouldn't work if he weren't. Izumo -- and he really needed to stop remembering that was Izumo, or this was going to be awkward and terrible -- could probably try sucking him to get him up. Maybe it would work. The hands were good, but not good enough to override the awkwardness. "Don't worry about panicking me," he said, finally, "Just distract me."
"You know Kotetsu wasn't kidding, right? I have had my eye on you, but never seriously. Just enough to wonder what you would be like -- you're so big and calm. Just enough to wonder how you taste." Izumo slipped a hand into Raidou's boxers as he talked, pulling out the tall man's cock.
Raidou's breath caught, and surprisingly, his first instinct wasn't to pull away. It was a curious sensation to have someone else's hand on him. "You're the first person other than me to ever touch that. Well, that I've been awake for -- I'm not counting time spent in the hospital."
"Either you're looking in the wrong places, or the entire village is crazy," Izumo breathed, leaning forward again to drag his tongue slowly across the head of Raidou's cock. As his entire body twisted, nerves firing erratically at the wholly new sensation, Raidou gasped.
"Benefits --" he started, and then tried again. "I think I'm beginning to see the benefits of tongue." Unsettled though he was, Raidou had to admit that Izumo had been right -- tongue was a good idea.
"Oh, I'm just getting started," Izumo purred, gently squeezing Raidou's balls as he lowered his face for another lick. Raidou's cock twitched against Izumo's tongue as the idea of better things began to percolate through the terror, into his mind. "Do you want it, Raidou? Do you want me to take your dick in my mouth? To suck you until you're hard? To lick you until you can't think?"
Both of Raidou's hands tightened around the sheets, and he was desperately quiet for a good, long while. Izumo waited, patiently, unmoving. Finally, Raidou whispered a response, voice thick with shame, but laced with curiosity. "Yes."
That one word was all Izumo needed. With a quiet groan, he stretched out his tongue and lapped Raidou's still-soft cock into his mouth. Nuzzling Raidou's belly, Izumo breathed deeply as he lapped at every bit of skin on the flesh in his mouth. But for a few twitches and one lukewarm moan from Raidou, no amount of tongue seemed to be sufficient. Tucking his tongue under the cock in his mouth, Izumo pressed upward and let a long moan ripple through his mouth. That worked. Raidou gasped and grabbed at Izumo's hair, and Izumo could feel the cock beginning to swell between his lips.
"Again! Yes -- do it again!" Raidou hissed as reality began to settle back down through the momentary gleaming rush of pleasure.
This time, Izumo hummed and laughed in the back of his throat. Raidou's body tightened and his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to keep himself still. He got the idea -- partially from Genma's vivid descriptions of enjoying having it done -- that thrusting would be a terrible idea. If he accidentally choked Izumo, this was probably going to stop. His head fell back as he moaned, warmly, and Izumo took that as his cue to start actually sucking -- to apply some pressure to go with the tongue. Raidou panted and groaned -- twisted the sheets and gritted his teeth. The complaints and concerns in his head began to fall away, losing volume and force as they went, and as he listened to the heated, needy sounds coming from his own mouth, he felt his cock thickening against Izumo's tongue.
The sounds that Raidou made were just a bit much for Izumo to ignore. As he continued to suck, he moved one hand to rub at his own pants. They were becoming increasingly tighter with every sensual sound pouring from Raidou's mouth -- the reaction wasn't entirely surprising, all things considered, but Izumo somehow hadn't been expecting to be turned on by this endeavour, because this was about Raidou, not him. But he couldn't quite ignore the growing problem in his pants any longer, and his eyelids fluttered as his fingers pressed lightly into the clothed flesh, tracing along the seam of his pants. The suction stopped for a long moment as another low moan rolled from his mouth around Raidou's cock.
Raidou's eyes snapped open as the pleasure from the vibrations spread through his body. He gazed witlessly at Izumo for a few long moments before realising exactly how good the chuunin looked. While Raidou had never considered anything other than girls -- and even those only barely -- he could admit that there was something about watching one's own erect penis slide in and out of someone's mouth that made them that much hotter. A groan forced its way out of his tight throat as Izumo smiled coyly up at him and then began to daintily suck at just the head of his cock. He thought he would go quite mad from sheer arousal before this was over, and was surprised to find that the thought didn't bother him in the least.
The sound of Izumo's zipper opening distracted Raidou from his reverie, and while he couldn't see past the edge of the bed in his current position, he was absolutely certain that Izumo was jerking off, and the moans that rippled down the length of his own cock were all the proof he needed. It took a bit for that unusual idea to really stick in his mind, though -- Izumo was so turned on by sucking his cock that the chuunin was hard and wanting touch. He watched Izumo's cheeks flush, slightly, and then completely stopped paying attention as the sensations became distractingly intense. He could make out a few words, and realised that they were in his own voice -- he was begging. "Fuck -- Yes -- Gods! -- Oh, gods. All of them. -- Yes! Fuck yes! More! -- Oh, Izumo -- Izumo, yes! More! -- Please!"
The more Raidou begged, the faster Izumo fisted his own cock. Never in his life had he dreamed that he might have the opportunity to put his mouth on Raidou's bulky, scarred, incredibly sexy body, and now Rai was pleading with him for more as he sucked. For all that Kotetsu had been a horse's ass, earlier, he had been right -- Izumo desperately wanted Raidou, if only to satisfy his own curiosities with a one-night stand. He sucked hard as he thought about Kotetsu. The one thing that would have made this whole thing better was if Kotetsu were here, fucking him as he sucked, making filthy commentary about the scene. He was, he decided, going to fuck Ko until the bed broke, when he was done, here.
Izumo twitched and gasped -- a chill rush of air that raced along Raidou's cock -- as Raidou's bare foot slid over his thigh, toes pulling at the fabric of his pants. Without even a pause to think, Izumo ran his thumbnail up the bottom of Raidou's foot, earning a thrust that nearly choked him, and pulled the foot the last two inches to rest against his bare cock. As Raidou recognised the warmth against his foot, he rubbed his toes invitingly against Izumo, who quickly accepted the invitation, sucking and moaning as he ground his hips against Raidou's foot.
As Genma had proven time and time again, Raidou's feet were his weakness, and the large tokujou nearly melted into the bed at the feel of Izumo's cock against his toes. He thrust again, unable to control himself, and felt Izumo's throat tighten as he struck the chuunin's tonsils. Raidou's brain re-engaged just enough to let him force out a garbled apology, and Izumo just laughed, deep in his throat, sending another round of delicious vibrations through Raidou's body. Pleading -- demanding, even -- as he tangled his fingers in Izumo's hair, Raidou watched Izumo's soft lips slide up and down his shaft. That perfect vision of Izumo pleasing him -- and pleasing himself as well -- struck Raidou straight to the balls, and as he felt them tighten, he forced his mouth to make words. "Gods -- Izumo -- Too good -- I'm --" he panted, trying to convey that he wouldn't last much longer, "I'm going to --" The ability to make coherent sequences of sounds slipped away as the pleasure tore through his mind like a black velvet explosion. He teetered on the edge of ecstasy as Izumo responded to the warning by moving faster, making small pleading sounds as he licked and sucked, fondling Raidou's balls in one hand and his own balls in the other.
Raidou's hands tightened, pulling the bottom of the sheet off the bed and yanking Izumo's hair, as his back arched, head falling back, eyes squeezing shut. "Yes -- Izumo, please, yes! -- More! -- Gods! -- Yes! -- I --" He trailed off in a long, liquid moan as his entire body tightened and he spilled ten years of sexual frustration into Izumo's waiting mouth. Izumo swallowed and kept sucking to make sure he'd gotten all of it, lapping away every drop he wrung out as he kept rubbing against Raidou's foot. Finally, he let the softening cock slip from his mouth as the world became too much, but not quite enough.
"Talk to me, Rai. I'm so close. Tell me you want me -- tell me anything! I don't care if you're lying, just talk to me!" he pleaded, rubbing his cheek on the inside of Raidou's thigh.
"Was that as good as you wanted it to be?" Raidou asked, quietly, still trying to find his mind. Through the pleasurable haze, he tried to remember the things that he'd heard through the walls, when Kotetsu talked dirty. "Did you like having me fuck your mouth? Do you wish I was still hard, so I could fuck your ass, too? Just bend you right over, right here and stick it in?" He tried very hard not to think about what he was saying, just repeating the things he knew Izumo liked to hear -- trying to do his best impression of Kotetsu -- but all without thinking about the words coming out of his mouth. Listening to these sentences had been bad enough -- repeating them was something he couldn't think about if he wanted to retain his last struggling shreds of sanity.
At that moment, Izumo's eyes snapped open and he rocked back onto his heels. "We're that loud? Are you serious? You're three doors down, on the other side of the hall!" There was absolutely no mistaking the words or the tone -- he knew exactly what Kotetsu sounded like, and that had been a little bit too accurate.
"The acoustics in the kitchen are great. I get to hear you while I'm trying to eat." Raidou sounded more tired than accusatory. As far as he was concerned, if the job got done, and done well, the rest of the team could do whatever or whoever they liked.
Izumo stood and closed his pants. "Excuse me. As much as I'd like to do this again, at some point, right now I need to go kill Kotetsu. With my dick." He fished in his vest pocket for a moment and pulled out a small packet, tossing it to Raidou. "Earplugs. I'll want them back, eventually. Ko snores like a chainsaw."
Raidou caught the earplugs and groaned, laying flat on the bed. "Thanks. I really don't want to know." He tilted his head back up for a second, squinting suspiciously at Izumo. "You're serious about doing this again?"
"Hey, if you can get me off without sounding like Ko, I'm all for it." Izumo looked smug. "Your dick tastes good, and you sound fucking incredible when you beg for more."
Squeezing his eyes shut, Raidou covered them with his hand. "Ah, shit. I don't even -- Izumo, get out. Talk to me about this after I've eaten and slept. Again." He sighed. "I don't mean to be rude -- that was really good, and you've convinced me that it's not disgusting, but you also just completely destroyed my reality. Can I get you to shut the door behind you?" He sounded completely rational and entirely exhausted, despite having only gotten up maybe forty-five minutes, previous. Izumo recognised it as a shutdown -- the kind one sometimes gets after a particularly unfortunate mission, and quietly opened the door to let himself out.
"I'm sorry, Raidou." Izumo stepped out and started to pull the door closed.
"I'm not sorry at all." The door clicked shut, and Izumo smiled faintly at Raidou's parting words as he walked up the hall to see if Kotetsu was still on the floor where Genma had left him.
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