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Illusion and Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Izumo paced the small living room of the tiny two bedroom apartment that he shared with his best friend. He was, gratefully, alone at this point. Kotetsu had left a short while ago to pick up Genma for their� date.

It definitely seemed a little weird to be thinking of Kotetsu and Genma dating, but he supposed it wasn't any odder than the idea of him and Raido. On the bright side, at least he didn't have to wonder if Kotetsu would be using the condoms.

He shook his head at himself. It didn't matter to him what� or who� Kotetsu did. It wasn't any of his business. And that thought didn't bother him one bit. Absolutely not.

He turned on his heel and started to make another trip across the living room. It only took him a few steps before he was spinning around and marching another few feet. He glanced again at the clock and scolded himself. It wasn't even eight o'clock, Raido certainly wasn't going to be here yet. He sighed and switched directions once more.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about. If he'll like me, he'll like me. Geez. It's just drinks. Just the Kunai. We'll just drink, dance a little, have some fun. Maybe talk some, if it's not too loud. It's not like we're� uh, well, maybe we will. In fact, we probably will. Shit. Shit, shit, shit," his muttering accompanied another three trips across the room, his agitation getting worse every time he changed direction.

He was working himself into a thorough panic by the time the knock sounded at eight on the dot. Izumo stopped dead and stared at the door for a full minute. "Get a hold of yourself. Just because you love him doesn't mean you'll make a fool out of yourself. Just don't blurt it out right away and you'll be fine," he said to himself, under his breath.

That thought helped to calm him down a little bit and, taking a deep breath and wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, he approached the door. One more inhale and exhale and he twisted the knob with a shaky hand.

It never ceased to amaze Izumo just how tall Raido was. The man had a solid six inches on him, at least. So when the door was opened, he was staring at first at the other man's broad chest. His eyes travelled up over the deep blue button-down shirt that looked really good against his complexion and on to the handsome, scarred face. He paused at the dark, slightly tilted eyes that were working their way over his own body. If he hadn't been so nervous, he'd have noticed just how appreciative the look was, too. Swallowing around his dry throat, he let his eyes continue the trip and Izumo blinked when he got to the shaggy hair. Raido had tried to tame it with some sort of hair gel or something.

It made him smile and helped his nerves to steady a bit more. He blinked and shook his head at himself, his ever-present bangs falling further over his face. "Hi."

Raido smiled, a slow spreading of his lips that caused Izumo to catch his breath. He was certainly not known for smiling a lot and it almost looked strange on the other man's face. But good. Definitely good, Izumo told himself as he forced his mind away from what else those lips might do. "Hi," Raido said and cleared his throat. "Um, ready?"

Izumo blushed, annoyed with himself for staring. "Yes," he managed as Raido stepped back and Izumo pulled the door closed, pausing to lock it. He glanced up at the bigger man a moment and tried another smile. This one felt a little less nervous.

They turned to the street and he felt Raido take his hand. He had to force himself to just breathe. Take in oxygen, one inhale at a time. His hand was big, calloused and warm; it felt so good against his own. His weren't exactly delicate; he'd done plenty of his own weapon handling and punch-throwing, so there were more than a few rough spots on his own palms and they were strong in their own right. Even with the lack of height compared to the scarred man next to him, he wasn't exactly some fragile thing. But though he wasn't, Raido's hands were much bigger, like the rest of him and Izumo couldn't help but appreciate it.

The thought of Kotetsu's hands on him flashed through his mind, quickly. His best friend's were a lot like his, smaller than Raidou's, no doubt, but strong, too. His were rougher than Izumo's were, wielding that huge mace of his. And he could admit he'd wondered what they'd feel like on naked skin.

But wondering is all it ever was. He'd never done anything with Kotetsu and didn't want to. No, they were just best friends, not lovers, not even fuck buddies. And he was fine with that.

After all, he was in love with the man next to him.

He'd been stunned earlier in the day when his crush had finally asked him out. Dear God, he'd been watching the man from a distance for just about forever. Since long before the war, that was for sure. Raido had always brought his mission reports to Izumo, had always picked up his orders from the shorter man. Unlike a lot of the jounin that refused to even look at the desk ninja, he always took an extra minute to ask how he was or just thank him.

Izumo remembered the first time he'd really noticed the man. He'd been sitting the mission desk as usual, stamping a report in all the places it was wrong and getting it ready to hand back to Kakashi when a shadow had fallen across the desk. He'd started to growl out a comment about staying back from the desk until he was done, and maybe giving him a little bit of room to work, even if they didn't think that's what he was doing when he looked up.

And right into the dark eyes. His words had died on his lips a quick and painful death and he stuttered out something unintelligible, instead. Then the man had smiled at him and he'd been lost. He'd blinked a couple of times, dug around himself a little bit and finally found the words to ask if he could help the other man, Kakashi having been completely forgotten.

Somewhere in there, Raido had gotten him to help clarify a few things in the report he'd been handed back by Iruka. He remembered leaning over the desk to point and getting a whiff of the man's scent, some sort of spice mixed with a fruity-smelling shampoo. He'd blushed bright red when the taller man had looked over at him and caught him staring.

From that day forward, all of his reports had been brought to Izumo, and all of his missions received from him. He always took an extra minute if possible to ask about his day or just how he was and Izumo had very quickly become fascinated by the man. Raido was a very quiet man, saying little, but that quiet strength had been very attractive. He'd watched the man walk out plenty of times and paid special attention to the ass that was wrapped in ninja blues.

Long and lean and solid, Izumo wanted nothing more than to taste and feel that entire body. He'd found himself on more than one occasion drifting off in thought after the man had left the office, his mind focused on the lithe grace the taller man had, despite his size. Kotetsu had had to punch him awake more than a few times.

He didn't realize he'd gotten lost in the memories until he felt Raido tug on his hand a little. He flushed at being caught daydreaming. "Um, sorry," he mumbled.

"What's that?" Raido asked.

"Uh. I said I was sorry. I was a little� um� lost in thought for a moment."

"Okay. What were you thinking about?"

"Um�" Shit. Damn. What can I say? "Just, uh, thinking about the mission office." True and safe.

"Oh. So, any idea if you'll be staying there?" He asked and Izumo was grateful for the conversation. He did not want to end up getting lost in daydreams again. The man was right next to him, for God's sake!

"Um, not yet, but we're still getting missions in and organizing some of it. And with all of the ninja� that didn't make it back�" he trailed off, but he saw that Raido got what he was saying.

"Yeah. We're definitely short right now." Raidou agreed. "Though, I'm not sure I'm happy being back out, truth be told. Maybe I'm getting too old for missions."

Izumo laughed. "Hardly."

"I'm practically a senior citizen, as far as shinobi are concerned," Raido countered.

Izumo shook his head. "Then you're a healthy, well�um� trained senior citizen," Izumo finished a little lamely. He was going to say well-built. He tried to force the blush down that wanted to burn his cheeks.

Raido simply laughed. "Thanks. I think."

"Besides, I'm not that far behind you, you know," Izumo pointed out.

"Ah, well, that's true," Raido said, his own cheeks coloring - well, one of them. The other didn't much under the scar tissue, but it was quite obvious he realized he might well have insulted his date.

Izumo smiled. "Though, as shinobi, seven years seems like a very long time."

"It can be a very long time. Especially, when any mission could be the last," Raido said quietly. Izumo didn't know what to say to that, so he kept quiet.

They paused outside the brand new Krooked Kunai. Dai had set up a tent during the rebuilding; serving anything he could get his hands on to the shinobi that would come in. He'd tried to keep some place going for them to go after all the work. As a result, the vast majority of the ninja had pitched in and worked to help rebuild the new Kunai for him.

Raido opened the door for Izumo and they stepped in. It seemed odd to see a ninja bar all shiny and new, but it would take time for it to be broken in. There was currently a bet going as to who would start the first bar fight that night. Most of the money was on Anko, though a few thought Ibiki might have something to do with it, too.

But for now, the wood was still whole and gleaming, the walls freshly painted, the mirror behind the bar in one piece. The bar itself was polished and stretched across most of the back wall. There wasn't a wall gouge from kunai or shuriken in sight. To the left and along the front wall were booths. The center of the room was made up of tables. There were a few large ones and a bunch of smaller tables for more intimate groups.

Along the right wall, Dai had put in a dance floor to one side in this version of his bar. The last one was just a spot of clear floor, but he'd raised it up a bit and put in lights. There was a small booth in the corner for a DJ and next to it was a jukebox.

"He's done a lot with it," Izumo said as they took in the room. He spotted Kotetsu and Genma sitting on one end of the bar. They were turned toward each other, talking, the senbon in Gen's mouth bobbing as usual. Genma laughed at something and Kotetsu joined him and Izumo shoved the weird irritated feeling he had at that to the back of his mind. It was none of his business who his best friend spent time with. Or laughed with. Or smiled at. Like that.

Izumo shifted his attention with effort to what Raido was saying. "Yeah. Kind of weird seeing all of this, but good, too."

Izumo nodded. "It is."

Raido put a hand on Izumo's back and they started across the room, weaving through the tables. They took up a couple of stools at the bar and Dai approached, grinning. "Hello, you two. Glad you came in tonight. What do you think?"

Izumo grinned right back at him. "I love it. How long do you think it'll last?"

"We've got a pool going about that. Want in?"

Izumo laughed and pulled out a few bills. "You bet. I give it two hours."

"Put me in for three," Raido said, handing his over.

"You got it," Dai said, taking the money and stuffing it in a jar by the register. He jotted down their wagers and turned back. "So, what can I get you?"

They put in drink orders and turned to look around again. Izumo saw Kakashi and Iruka at the other end of the bar, talking. Yamato was with them, on the other side of Iruka and it took Izumo a moment to realize that Yamato's hand was on Iruka's back. He blinked at that in surprise, but shook it off. Both generations of Ino-Shika-Cho were taking up separate booths along the front. He caught sight of Ebisu, Iwashi and a few of the gate guards taking up one of the tables. And sure enough, there was Anko already dealing cards to several of the younger ninja who'd just made chuunin, thanks to their efforts during the war. Izumo shook his head. "What's wrong?" Raido asked him.

Izumo tilted his head toward Anko. "She doesn't waste any time."

Raido gave a half-chuckle. "No, she doesn't." He shook his own head. "Guess they ought to learn now, though, before they have any real money to lose to her."

"Yeah, guess so. How much have you lost to her?" Izumo asked, smirking.

"Oh, probably a good dozen or so missions worth of pay." Raido chuckled. "Maybe more than that over the years."

Izumo snorted. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I keep telling myself not to play, but she drags me in." He glanced around and leaned in. "Truth be told, she scares the shit out of me."

Raido's laughter drew a bit of attention but he paid no mind, leaning in, too. "Honestly? She scares me, too."

Izumo laughed again, but he was busy trying not to think about just how close Raido was. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, so, I try to avoid her, but it doesn't always work."

"No. No it doesn't," Raido said, smiling down at the shorter man.

Izumo noticed that the other man hadn't sat back up completely and he was having a very hard time remembering how to breathe. He glanced up through his hair at the taller man and saw Raido watching him. He swallowed around his dry throat and was grateful that Dai chose that moment to bring their drinks. "Here ya go. Gonna have a DJ tonight. I hope you guys are up for dancing. He's supposed to be starting in a little while."

"Oh?" Izumo turned to the bartender. Dai was a large, burly man who'd seen his own share of action. Years ago, he was a bodyguard, like Raidou was. He'd lost an eye at one point on a mission and when he came home and finally recovered, he opened the Krooked Kunai so he could still be close to the ninja and life he'd known so well.

"Yeah. Turns out one of the Inuzuka - Kiba, of all people, can do it." He shrugged. "If he's too awful, I'll just get someone else. But I figure it'll be fun. That is, of course, if his massive dog doesn't scare too many people away."

"Akamaru's a big baby to those that know him," Izumo said. "He always wants me to pet him when they come in to drop off reports. You'd think he was a pet the way he behaves sometimes."

Dai chuckled. "I guess we'll see. He's due anytime." He waved a hand, then, and moved down the bar to take care of the other customers.

"Been a long time since we've had a place to dance, I'm not sure I remember how," Raidou commented.

Izumo smiled. "Well, we don't have to, if you don't want to."

"No no, that was�" he cleared his throat then let out a sigh. "That was an attempt at humor."

"Oh," Izumo blushed, then closed his eyes and sighed. "Dammit," he muttered to himself. He inhaled slowly, then exhaled and turned to the man next to him. Taking one more deep breath, he looked up at Raidou. "Okay, this is ridiculous. I lo�l-- like you. I've liked you for a while. And I'm a damned nervous wreck, tonight, afraid I'm going to fuck it up somehow." He shook his head at himself. "There, it's out."

He swiveled back around on his stool and picked up the sake bottle, upending it and nearly choking as it went down so he didn't see the grin on Raido's face. He nearly slammed the bottle back onto the bar and fought with himself to be able to breathe again. A moment later, he found himself being turned and felt a set of lips on his. His eyes widened briefly, then slid closed and he leaned into the kiss. The other man's arms came around him, his hands slid up over Raidou's shoulders and the kiss deepened, their mouths opening and tongues tangling.

His breath stuttered in his chest and a moan floated up from somewhere, though he couldn't tell if it was from him or Raidou. The older man's arms tightened around him briefly and his fingers tangled into the shaggy brown hair. Raidou pulled back and nibbled lightly then deepened the kiss again.

When they broke apart, Izumo fought hard for breath, for sanity, but couldn't seem to find it anywhere. "I like you, too. A lot. Now, maybe, that that's out of the way, we won't be so nervous, hmm?" Raidou whispered into his ear, hands running up and down Izumo's back.

"O�" Izumo cleared his throat, nodding. "Okay." He glanced up into the dark eyes that were sparkling with amusement that was warring with need and want. Taking a chance, he leaned in and dropped a light kiss on Raido's lips. When he pulled back, the want in the eyes darkened and the lips tilted into a slight smile.

Raido pulled Izumo's stool a little closer to his own, leaving an arm around the shorter man and Izumo couldn't fight the grin. Izumo motioned to Dai for another drink and turned back to Raido. "So, there's a lot I really don't know about you. What's your favorite food?"

Kotetsu watched Genma watching Raido and Izumo. He couldn't bring himself to look at them. "How long have you been in love with him?"

Genma sighed, the senbon rolled to the other side of his mouth and he turned the hazel eyes to the shorter man. "That obvious, eh?" Kotetsu snorted and sipped at his drink without replying. "I figure about as long as you've been in love with Izumo."

Kotetsu sighed. "That obvious?"

Genma chuckled mirthlessly. "Only to someone in the same situation," Genma replied glancing back over at the other two. He held up his bottle, Kotetsu raised one and they clinked them together. "I thought you two were together, though," Gen said after they drank.

"Uh, no. Never have been." Kotetsu stared morosely into his bottle then glanced back up at Gen.

"You haven't even fucked?" Gen turned to him, blinking.

Kotetsu shook his head. "No. I got his first kiss." His lips tilted in a half-smile. "First hand job and other things, but�" he trailed off, shrugging one shoulder.

"Geez. I always thought, since you were so close�" he trailed off.

"What about you guys? You've been just as inseparable," Kotetsu pointed out.

Genma shook his head, too. "Nope. We were friends as kids, families living next to each other, you know." He paused to sip at his drink and Kotetsu watched in fascination how he so easily worked around the needle. "So, we've known each other forever. But we haven't even done anything. I wasn't even interested in him at first." He gave a half-chuckle.

Kotetsu's eyebrows went up. "You weren't?"

"No, Hayate and I had a thing for a long time." He drained his sake bottle and waved at Dai for another. "Until he died."

"I'm sorry," Kotetsu murmured.

Genma waved a hand. "It's still hard at times, right around when he died and his birthday, that sort of thing, but we're ninja. I knew that going into it. I grieved and grieved hard, but that was over four years ago."

"Yeah. Even knowing it going into the relationship doesn't always make it any easier, though." He glanced over at Izumo and looked away quickly when he saw Raido's arm around the younger man. "It's what made me realize how I felt."

Genma chuckled. "Yeah." Dai delivered the fresh bottle and Gen took another drink in silence.

Kotetsu looked Genma over carefully. "That's why you fuck around, isn't it?"

The older man looked over sharply, raising his eyebrow.

Kotetsu snorted. "Come on, Gen, everyone knows you're a playboy. Good God, you're practically in charge of the rumor mill, you know what they say."

Genma frowned. "Yeah. I guess so."

"Besides, you've heard of my reputation, too, I know you have." Kotetsu took another drink. "Not that I'm proud of it," he muttered.

"Yeah, I've heard." He sighed, "But I understand. I mean, I'm not gonna to fall for anyone else, so why the hell not?"

"I know. I know what you mean. It sucks, though, truth be told. I don't even enjoy it all that much anymore. I mean� I get off, it's just� I just keep thinking, usually after it's over, thankfully, about him." Kotetsu swallowed hard and finished his drink.

Genma sighed. "We're a pair, aren't we?"

Kotetsu snorted. "You can say that again."

"We're a pair, aren't we?" Genma said again, a grin splitting his face.

Kotetsu laughed. "You know, we could solve this� Well, the fucking around thing, anyway."

"Oh? And how do you figure we do that?" Gen asked, but the look on his face said he had a good idea already what the younger man was thinking.

Kotetsu shrugged one shoulder. "We fuck each other. We get off, know who we're fucking and already know we're not gonna fall for the other person and their not gonna fall for us."

The senbon bobbed and rolled as the taller man thought it over. "Unless, of course, you're not attracted to me," Kotetsu pointed out, when the other man didn't answer, turning his attention back to his bottle and draining it. He forced himself to stay put, trying to battle the frustration. It would just figure that he couldn't even get the village playboy interested in fucking him.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," Gen quietly pointed out and Kotetsu let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding. He cast a couple more glances at Kotetsu, needle bobbing some more. "I think it's a good idea, actually," he said, finally.

"You do?" Kotetsu turned back to him.

Genma shrugged a shoulder. "Sure, I do. Geez, we're already good friends. We're attracted to each other. " The leering grin came back. "You've got a sexy body, Tetsu. Anyway, we're already friends, we'll just be friends with benefits until and unless they get their heads out of their asses."

"And if they don't?" Kotetsu asked, fighting the urge to glance once more at Izumo.

"We'll cross that bridge and all that good shit." He gave another half-shrug. "Who knows? Maybe we'll like fucking each other so much we won't want them," he said, his grin widening.

"Right," Kotetsu laughed. He turned, then, as the heavy beat started to flow out of the speakers.

"Hey everyone! Welcome back to the Kunai! DJ Kiba here, let's try not to destroy it the first night, eh?" He asked and several "boos" came from around the room, followed by laughter. "Aw, come on, let's be nice to Dai! Besides, my wager's on making it through the night! If you haven't put in your bet, get to the bar now, but remember, if you start the fight, you forfeit your wager! I'll be here until two a.m., so get your bodies out here and let's heat up the place a bit." The music got louder, the beat sped up, the bass dropped and several of the younger group stood up right away and started dancing. Tetsu turned to Gen and tilted his head toward the dance floor. Genma nodded in agreement, his grin still firmly in place and they made their way over.
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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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