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Firsts
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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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: Though it can be read WITHOUT reading "Changes," it is highly recommended that you read "Changes" before you read this. That said, it is *also* recommended that you read Darkprism's "Altering Affection," "Undercurrents" and at *least* part IV of "Rhythm & Bruise." "Changes runs chronologically concurrently with "Rhythm & Bruise."
Thirdly, in the following stories, I will be outlining individual warnings for each story/chapter. Actual warnings for this chapter: Angst. It's in all of "Confusion." Also, oral, anal, fingering, hand jobs.
Lastly, please remember that "Data," the "Enterprise D," the "Borg" and anything else related to Star Trek belongs to the estate of the late and great Gene Roddenberry and Paramount Pictures.

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The pizza was decimated, there was a mess of boxes and plates all over the coffee table, Izumo was sprawled across the couch, head in Kenji's lap and the Borg had taken over the Enterprise D.
"Now, see, I can't imagine Data would much care if he has sex with a guy or a girl," Kotetsu said, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Seems to me that as an android - even with feelings now, he wouldn't have any preconceived notions about gender."
"Well, he's had sex once, remember, and that was with a woman," Izumo pointed out.
"Yeah, but that was only because she propositioned him," Kenji reminded them. "Either way, Data's hot. I wonder how he is in bed."
Kotetsu snorted. "He's… how did it go? 'Programmed in multiple techniques.'"
All three of them laughed. "Which begs the question of how his creator was in bed…" Izumo mused then chuckled when the other two did. "Honestly, the only one out of the command crew I wouldn't be interested in is Worf." Izumo shuddered. "Well, and Troi and the doctor, but…"
Kenji raised an eyebrow. "I didn't take you for a racist."
Izumo quickly shook his head. "No, no. It has nothing to do with color. Jordi's hot, too, in my opinion. No, it's all that violence and pain." He shuddered again. "Not my thing at all. At least, to be on the receiving end."
"Ah, that makes sense," Kenji said, nodding.
"That probably wouldn't bother me," Tetsu said, thoughtfully.
Izumo snorted. "Of course not. You practically get off just from having your hair pulled."
Kotetsu scowled down at him but Kenji chuckled. Tetsu turned to his friend. "What?"
"Well, you do." To demonstrate, Kenji reached up, grabbed a fistful of spikes and tugged.
Kotetsu moaned, then blushed at the looks from the other two. "What? You like your hair pulled, too." Tetsu returned the favor, dragging a quiet groan from Kenji in response.
"You're both nuts. Rough is one thing, pain is another." Izumo shook his head again.
"Yeah, but you don't mind dishing it out to us, do you?" Kenji asked, playing with Izumo's hair.
"Um…" Izumo blushed, leaving the question unanswered. There were corresponding snorts from the other two.
Kenji grinned down at his friend, then lifted Izumo's hand and dropped a kiss on the knuckles. Izumo smiled up at him and kissed the back of Kenji's hand. He met the hazel eyes and paused at the look in them. He'd seen that look before, but he didn't want to remember those eyes, didn't want to think about the person they belonged to. And it was that precise person that had him hesitating now at the emotion in Kenji's eyes. He didn't know if he was ready for that yet, and he really wasn't sure he could handle loving someone so far away - and at so much risk. He turned his attention back to the TV, trying to focus on the Borg and push the questions away.
Kenji watched Izumo turn to the screen and worked to keep his disappointment at bay. He knew better. Hayate hadn't even been gone a year yet. He knew he needed to give Izumo room, time to get over it. He shifted his attention to Kotetsu and watched as his friend grinned at something on the screen. He reached out and took Kotetsu's free hand and held it, Kotetsu squeezing as he did so.
Kotetsu looked over at him and leaned in to kiss him. Kenji's eyes slid closed and he savored the feel of the lips against him. He let go of Kotetsu's hand and threaded his own through the spiky hair and Kotetsu moaned softly into the kiss. Kenji deepened it, his tongue tracing Kotetsu's lips and his friend opened to him, tongues sliding, both getting lost in the taste.
Kenji did his best to keep emotion out of the equation, but he doubted he succeeded. He knew that Kotetsu didn't feel for him the way he felt for Kotetsu, but he couldn't help it. He'd figured out a while back that they didn't feel the same. Kotetsu was still trying to decide if he could love and Kenji hadn't wanted to push because he didn't want to lose out on what he could get.
They'd agreed that they weren't 'boyfriends', but that had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done. He wanted Kotetsu and, since then, he realized that he was just as messed up over Izumo, though he didn't understand it. He knew that you couldn't love two people the same, or that's what he thought, but if he'd been put on the spot about it, he wouldn't have been able to say who he felt more for.
He just knew he did - for both of them. And as the kiss heated with Kotetsu, even with Izumo in his lap, he wanted -- wanted Kotetsu, wanted to -- and did, love this man. Kotetsu pulled back and Kenji met the dark, slanted eyes, taking in the stunned expression. "Kenji?" Tetsu asked and Kenji just closed the distance and kissed Kotetsu again, knowing from experience that if he kept it physical, Kotetsu would let it go.
So he kissed more, lost himself in Kotetsu's taste for a long moment, and when they broke apart, he forced himself to turn back to the movie and just take Kotetsu's hand. He ignored the confused look sent his way and a minute later, Kotetsu turned back to the TV, as well.
He managed to get back into the movie and put his annoying emotions away. All three of them enjoyed the movie and when the credits rolled, Izumo sat up and stretched. "Well, Tetsu, why don't you help Kenji unpack? I cleared the two bottom drawers for him and there's space in the closet. I'll clean up here, take care of the laundry and stuff?"
Kotetsu grinned. "Okay. Come on, Kenji, let's get you settled."
Kenji raised an eyebrow and looked from Izumo to Kotetsu, but when nothing more was said, he followed his friend into the bedroom. "What was that all about?" Kenji asked, knowing full well that he didn't need help to unpack his little bit of stuff.
"He's giving us a chance to be alone," Kotetsu replied and, as soon as the door was closed, pulled Kenji against him.
"Ohhh," Kenji breathed before catching Kotetsu's lips in a kiss. He pinned Kotetsu against the door and lost himself in the feel of their bodies against each other, the kiss deepening.
"Fuck, missed you," Kotetsu whispered when they broke apart. He slid his hands down Kenji's back to cup the tight ass cheeks and pull Kenji a little closer.
"Mmm. Missed you, Tetsu, so much," he whispered before diving in for more of that incredible taste. One hand went into the spikes, the other slid under Kotetsu's ass, squeezing. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured then pulled back.
Kotetsu pushed off of the door and pulled Kenji toward the bed. Kenji had been too preoccupied with Izumo earlier to pay much attention, but the bunk beds were gone and in their place was a double or queen, he couldn't quite tell. It looked a little big to be a double, but he'd spent so much time on bunks the last six months, that he wasn't sure. He blinked at it a moment, shaking his head again at the fact that their mom didn't seem to care if they shared a bed.
He tried not to let the thought bother him - of what the two of them did together when he wasn't there, but it still did. He wanted to be with them, not God-knows where, in a camouflage uniform, supporting computers. He pushed the thoughts off and turned his attention to the one with him now.
Kotetsu kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering with the pretense of unpacking. Kenji followed suit, tossing his sweats off to the side to join Kotetsu's jeans and boxers, then pushing his friend back onto the bed. "Still taking lessons at the dojo, huh?" He asked, admiring the way Kotetsu had filled in a little over the six months he'd been gone.
"Yeah and your training didn't hurt you any," Kotetsu said with a grin, hand running over Kenji's chest and stomach. "Let me taste it," he whispered pushing Kenji back and catching Kenji's lips in another sanity-stealing kiss.
Kenji moaned into it, his hands once more going to the spikes to play and pull. He loved listening to Kotetsu respond, so he did everything he could to draw those sounds out, tugging at the black hair, bucking up to rub his cock against Kotetsu's and running his tongue along his lover's. Kotetsu responded beautifully, groans and grunts falling from those talented lips as he pulled back and started to work his way down Kenji's body.
Kenji hissed out a breath when Kotetsu played with a nipple, sucking on it until it hardened. With a devious grin, he gave to the other the same attention then continued down over Kenji's tight stomach, pausing to run his tongue around the navel then further, until he'd made it to his goal. Kenji's cock jumped and a long, low groan erupted when his cock was swallowed in one move.
"Fuck, Tetsu," he grunted when Kotetsu sucked once before pulling off to give attention to Kenji's balls. His eyes slammed shut when one was pulled into Kotetsu's mouth and tongued and he grabbed a fistful of comforter to try to keep himself grounded. Kotetsu worked him over, driving him damned near insane, teasing every bit of skin on his cock and sac. "Tetsu, fuck, please," he nearly begged, tugging at the spiky hair.
Kotetsu moaned at the slight pain, but gave in and sat up. Kenji watched his friend's cock jump in need and he sat up, too, catching Tetsu's lips in a thorough kiss and guiding Kotetsu back onto the spot Kenji had just occupied. "My turn, babe," Kenji murmured, pinning Kotetsu's hands down and giving another of those insane kisses. Kotetsu moaned into it and rocked his hips, bucking into Kenji, but Kenji pulled back, determined to keep from going as fast as he had earlier with Izumo.
When he released Kotetsu's hands, they went straight into his hair. "Damn, miss the long hair," Kotetsu grumbled.
"Me, too. I'll grow it back as soon as I can, I promise," he said, glancing up and Kotetsu grinned.
"Damn well better," he said, and Kenji grinned back then turned his attention back to his friend's body. He kissed every spot he could find, relearning all the things that made Kotetsu gasp and move. He worked them mercilessly, pushing Kotetsu as far as he could, doing everything he could think of to give this man pleasure.
He avoided Kotetsu's dick for as long as he could, teasing everything else, but when Kotetsu bucked again and nearly begged him to, "... suck me already, please." He couldn't resist the need in that sexy voice and swallowed it, pulling a near-shout of his name from Kotetsu's throat. He paused briefly, his eyes closing to savor the sound then turned his attention to pleasuring Kotetsu, working the cock over, licking, sucking, tracing veins and playing with the slit. He thrilled in the sounds coming from Kotetsu, the way the body under him writhed in need and before long, his need to be inside his lover got to be too much.
He pulled back and managed to gather his wits just a little bit. His cock was so hard, leaking pre-cum and it jumped at the vision in front of him of Kotetsu laid open before him, eyes locked to him, full of need and want for him. He moved up and caught Kotetsu's lips in another long kiss, letting some of his need for this man out. Kotetsu's hands slid down Kenji's back and pulled until Kenji was laying on him, their cocks sliding along each other, bodies rocking. "Want you so much, Tetsu," Kenji managed between kisses and Kotetsu moaned in response, hands tightening on Kenji's ass.
"Not as much as I want you, inside me, Kenji..." Kotetsu murmured then nipped at Kenji's lips again. "Lube in the drawer."
Kenji dropped another kiss on Kotetsu's lips before diving for the bedside table. He pulled on the knob a little too hard, snatching the bottle out and catching the drawer just before it fell out completely. Then he was back, more kisses, more touches before he sat up and opened the bottle. Kotetsu sat up and started to turn over, but Kenji shook his head. "Wanna see you," he whispered instead and Kotetsu raised his eyebrows, but laid back and watched as Kenji coated his fingers then set the bottle aside. "Zumo said it's been a while," he whispered, leaning down to take another taste of Kotetsu's lips.
Kotetsu reached up to cup Kenji's face and return the kiss, moaning softly when the fingers teased his entrance. "Yeah, it has," Kotetsu confirmed and sucked in a breath when Kenji's fingers found his prostate. "Fuck... good as ever with those fingers," Kotetsu murmured and Kenji smiled.
Kenji wanted to take his time, tease Kotetsu more, but they were both going just a little too crazy for it. So, with gentle prodding and a slick cock, Kenji settled into place. It took all his control not to thrust home in one move as he started to push through the ring of muscle. He wanted to, Tetsu felt so good, looked so good, with those dark slanted eyes fixed on him, heat filling them and sounds of raw need, spurring him on. He bit his lip, focusing on the slight pain in the hopes that it would keep him grounded enough.
It did, was just enough and he was able to take his time until finally he was buried completely. Kotestu's hands came up to grip his shoulders and he paused a moment to memorize the feel, this instance with Kotetsu. He fought it, fought the need to say what was on the tip of his tongue and instead leaned down and caught Kotetsu's lips in a long kiss to hold the words back. I love you.
Kotetsu's hands slid down his back and he took the hint and started moving, slowly at first, trying to stretch it out. When they broke apart, he leaned up and moaned as Tetsu shifted, legs tightening just a bit. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured, giving in to his body's need and pulling back to thrust hard.
"So... oh fuck... do... you, Kenji," Kotetsu managed between grunts. His hands tightened on Kenji's arms, nails biting into the skin and he moaned louder when Kenji hit his prostate again. "Fuck, there, harder, oh God, Kenji... so fucking good." He let go of one shoulder and his hand dove for his cock to stroke and Kenji, unable to resist the needy pleas, gave in and started moving faster, thrusting harder.
And the pleasure sharpened, shifting it to raw need and he pushed his jumbled thoughts back to focus on the physical, the feel of this incredible body. He sat up a little, lifting Kotetsu's legs and bracing them on his shoulders, going deeper. Kotetsu's moans turned to near shouts and his hand started moving faster. "Oh God, getting... fuck... getting close..."
"Me, too," Kenji managed, his eyes sliding closed as the edge flew nearer. "Gonna fill you with my cum, babe."
Kotetsu groaned and lifted his hand to brace himself against the headboard. "Fuck yeah, Kenji..." His hand moved faster, his hips tilted and a moment later, the groan turned to a shout. Kenji's eyes flew open in time to see Kotetsu's face twist and hand speed up a little more. "Coming, oh God, Kenji, coming!" He shouted then the thick white cum shot out, covering his chest.
The visual was all he needed. Kenji surged hard into Kotetsu's tight body and lost it, his orgasm strong, the pleasure flying through him, pulling the shout of Kotetsu's name from him as he filled his friend. He thrust a few more times, riding out the orgasm before he went limp and collapsed onto Kotetsu. He lay there for a long moment, trying to find his sanity, his face buried in Kotetsu's neck, inhaling the scent of his friend.
The words wanted desperately to come out again, but he clamped down hard on it and dropped a kiss on Kotetsu's neck before leaning up. Kotetsu grinned at him and he matched it as he eased out and flopped over onto the bed. "Six months? You certainly didn't forget anything in that time," Kotetsu said with a chuckle and rolled to face him.
Kenji laughed. "I guess it's like riding a bicycle or something," he said and pushed back a few damp strands of black hair.
"Guess so," Kotetsu said, shaking his head. He leaned in and their lips met in a soft, slow kiss and Kenji's eyes closed. He knew Kotetsu didn't love him, but damn that kiss sure felt like it. The kiss broke, their eyes met and for a long moment, neither spoke, slanted eyes locked to hazel. There was something there, they could see more than Kenji would have liked and he dropped his gaze, leaning in to kiss Kotetsu again, but this time, Tetsu pulled back. "Kenji?"
Kenji forced a smile. "Yeah?" He asked, hoping to dodge the question.
"What's up?" Kotetsu asked, and Kenji should have known Tetsu wouldn't let it go.
"Nothing, probably just tired. Been a long day," he muttered, but the snort Kotetsu gave told him that his friend knew it for the lie it was. He met the slanted eyes again and shook his head. "Really, it's nothing, okay?"
Kotetsu considered him for a long moment. "Do you ever regret saying we weren't boyfriend's anymore?"
Kenji blinked at Kotetsu, momentarily stunned at the way he'd zeroed in on it, then sighed. "Yeah, sometimes." He wasn't going to lie, though he wasn't about to tell the whole truth, either.
"Does it bother you that we aren't?" He asked and Kenji swallowed.
Hell yeah, it does. "I dunno, sometimes," he said and shrugged, trying to play it off. "Be kinda nice to know I've got someone at home that's mine." He refused to look at Kotetsu when he said it, since it was only a partial truth and the smallest part, at that.
Kotetsu didn't speak for a long time and finally Kenji looked up at him. "I... I'm not sure I could turn Zumo down if he wanted... stuff," Kotetsu said, roughly.
Kenji blinked at him. What was he saying...? "I wouldn't expect you to, but... Tetsu, I know you don't feel for me. There's no need to say something like that if you don't want it - just to make me feel good."
Kotetsu raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't. What I feel or don't isn't the issue here. I told you before I don't know if I can love, but I care about you, so does Zumo." He chuckled. "Maybe he's the one you ought to call 'boyfriend' - he's more boyfriend material than I am, anyway."
Kenji shook his head. "I care about him, too, but first off... you were my boyfriend first," he started, but Kotetsu snorted.
"Please, this isn't some sort of 'I saw him first!' contest," he said, rolling his eyes.
"But," Kenji interrupted. "I don't think he's ready, anyway. And me? Tetsu... I know I'm a computer geek, I know I'm just an equipment guy, but I am in the military. You know as well as I do that if some nut decides to bomb the post or base I'm on..." He trailed off, but Kotetsu got it.
"Yeah. That'd pretty much kill him," he finished for Kenji then sighed. "I still think you should say something to him first. You might be surprised what he'd say."
Kenji chewed on his lip and let his eyes drop back to Kotetsu's chest. His fingers ghosted over Kotetsu's shoulder then slid down the arm until he could grasp a hand. "I'll talk to him," he finally agreed.
"Good. In fact," he said, yawning. "We should probably go tell him its safe to come in." He flopped onto his back and stretched, yawning again.
"I'll get him," Kenji volunteered, dropping another kiss on Kotetsu's lips that was returned then rolling out of bed. He snatched up his sweats and pulled them on, then started for the door. When Kenji glanced back, Kotetsu's eyes were closed, one arm was thrown over his head and he was already starting to breathe slowly. Kenji grinned and shook his head, then slipped out.

He found Izumo in the basement, folding clothes. He slipped up behind his friend and wrapped his arms around Izumo's waist. "Hey babe," he whispered.
Izumo grinned. "Hello, yourself. Did you enjoy your time with Kotetsu?" He asked, turning around in Kenji's arms.
Kenji grinned. "Does anyone not enjoy their time with him?"
Izumo laughed. "There are times..." he said and Kenji laughed with him, nodding.
"Point. Well, I was sent to tell you it's 'safe'," he said, rolling his eyes.
Izumo chuckled. "Thanks. I think I want a shower, though, before bed. I didn't exactly get clean in the one I took with you earlier."
Kenji grinned. "No, we were a little preoccupied. Would you like company? Maybe some help getting clean?"
Izumo raised an eyebrow. "Would I actually get clean?"
"Well," Kenji said, slowly, "I'm not sure I'm quite up for that so soon, so... probably."
Izumo laughed. "Probably," he said, nodding. "Okay, let's go." He put a hand on Kenji's cheek. "Are you okay?" He asked, eyes sharpening.
Kenji forced himself to keep the smile on his face. "I'm fine. You and Tetsu, I swear, looking for something to be wrong," he shook his head and stepped back, taking Izumo's hand.
Izumo considered him for a long moment before he spoke. "Grab that basket for me," he said, letting it drop and squeezed Kenji's hand before grabbing the one next to him.
Kenji couldn't hide the grateful look completely as he picked up the basket and followed Izumo out of the basement.

They were, mostly, good in the shower. Kenji managed to keep it to cleaning until he got to Izumo's cock and couldn't resist touching a bit too much. He found himself responding to the feel of Izumo's length filling and hardening and he decided not to fight it. He dropped to his knees and took the cock into his mouth, thrilling in the feel of giving pleasure.
He soaked up the moans, the feel of Izumo's hands in his hair, the sound of his name once more falling from those lips. And when he brought Izumo to orgasm, the hands pulling on his brown locks, the shout loud over the pounding of the water, he filed them away to bring out later when he was alone.
Izumo protested that he should help Kenji's own arousal, but Kenji firmly refused, reminding him that there would be plenty of opportunity for more and that it was getting late. He finished cleaning Izumo up, scrubbed himself off quickly and climbed out. He did take the time to dry Izumo off himself, then a few minutes later, they climbed onto the bed.
Izumo insisted he sleep in the middle and Kenji wasn't able to bring himself to protest too much. When they settled in, Izumo curled up with his back against Kenji's front and Kenji wrapped around Izumo, arms holding him tightly. "Night, Zumo," he whispered, dropping a kiss on Izumo's shoulder.
"Night, Kenji. I'm glad you're here," Izumo replied.
"I'm glad to be here. So happy to be with you." Another kiss and he closed his eyes.
"I'm happy you're with us," Izumo whispered back, lifting one of Kenji's hands and dropping a kiss on it. He hesitated and Kenji thought that Izumo was going to say something else, but then he seemed to settle in a little further and nothing else came out.
Kenji tightened his arms, closed his eyes and reminded himself that he still had a lot, even if it wasn't want he really wanted. They were alive, he was alive and he worked to remember that it was more than Hayate had. With those thoughts floating through his mind, he fell asleep.
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Firsts	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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