Firsts | By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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... that's about it.
When Kenji woke the next morning, he was in heaven. Kotetsu was curled up against his back spoon-style, with one arm wrapped around his waist. Izumo was facing him, their legs were tangled and an arm was around him, right along Kotetsu’s. Kenji laid there for a long moment with his eyes still closed, savoring the feel of them against him.
When he finally looked down, it was to see Izumo’s face, eyes closed in sleep, hair mussy. He reached up and brushed some back then let his fingers ghost softly over one cheek. He’d have given anything in that moment to be able to do that every morning. His heart thudded at the thought and he swallowed around the lump that formed.
Izumo had been through so much over Hayate. Kenji thought back to the disastrous mistake he and Hayate had made early in their relationship with Izumo and Kotetsu. At times, he still kicked himself for that when the memory surfaced. He was extremely lucky that they were so forgiving. And not just for the chance to love them, but for the incredible friendship he had with them, too. He sent up a short prayer that he’d never screw up so badly again.
I wish you could be mine. The thought forced its way to the forefront of Kenji’s mind as he took in the dark lashes against pale skin. He sighed quietly at himself. If he didn’t get a better handle on his emotions, he was going to ruin his leave. Back before he left for basic, he’d learned to take what he could get, be friends, even fuck buddies, with them and be happy with it. He wanted to take pleasant memories of his trip home back with him and he forced himself to swallow the emotion, at least for now.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips across Izumo’s forehead. Big brown eyes opened and met his and Izumo’s lips spread into a beautiful smile. "Good morning, gorgeous," Izumo whispered and despite the promise Kenji had just made himself, his heart did a slow roll.
He forced his smile to match Izumo’s. "Good morning, yourself, handsome." Izumo’s grin widened and he leaned up, lips meeting Kenji’s. The kiss was surprisingly long and thorough and Kenji could have sworn there was more than friendship behind it. But a moment later, Izumo pulled back.
"Mom’s going to be so happy to see you. She’s missed you. She actually cheered when we told her you were coming home to visit," Izumo said.
Kenji’s eyebrows went up. "I didn’t know your mom liked me that much."
"She loves you," Kotetsu’s deep voice said behind Kenji. Kenji shifted and tried to look over his shoulder, but Kotetsu’s arm just tightened. "Don’t move yet. Too comfy here," he murmured and Kenji laughed.
"Sloth," he teased and Kotetsu snorted.
"Yeah, and?" Kotetsu muttered, settling a little further against Kenji’s back.
Kenji just laughed and shook his head, turning back to Izumo, who nodded. "She does. Kept asking when you’d be coming home, so when we said you’d be here over the holidays, she was really happy."
"Well. Sure makes me happy to hear," Kenji said, grinning. Then he sighed. "I think this is the latest I’ve slept in six months."
"Yeah, don’t you usually get up at dawn or something?" Izumo asked.
Kenji chuckled. "Close. Though not as much since I’m out of basic. AIT wasn’t quite as early, but still earlier than you guys are used to, I’m sure. I’m going to turn so lazy over leave, I’m sure of it."
"Uh uh, we’ll drag you to the dojo with us and make you spar, too," Kotetsu murmured. "I’m just not getting out of bed at dawn. You can do that yourself."
Izumo rolled his eyes. "He can sleep in. I’ll get up with you," Izumo offered. "You still drink coffee?"
Kenji nodded. "Yeah, I got away from it in basic - didn’t have time ‘cause breakfast just went too damned fast. But I picked it back up in AIT."
Izumo grinned. "Good. He only drinks it ‘cause I do."
Kenji grinned. "I started because of you," he said, bopping Izumo’s nose with his finger. "But now I’m addicted."
"Haha! Yes!" Izumo cheered. "I don’t mind having a fellow addict."
"You two are nuts. A little more sleep and you don’t need coffee."
"Hush, O Lazy One," Kenji said with a snort which was answered in like by Kotetsu. Izumo rolled onto his back, stretching and Kenji appreciatively eyed the muscles that moved and shifted. Izumo grinned up at him and Kenji bent, kissing his friend before peeling Kotetsu’s arm from around his waist. "Let’s get some of that coffee, hmm?" Kenji suggested. "Before I’m tempted to keep you in bed for a lot longer."
Izumo chuckled. "Hate to make you do that," he said, but rolled out of bed and made his way to the dresser. Kenji leaned up on an elbow to watch Izumo walk, his eyes firmly focused on the tight ass.
"You’ve got a very nice ass," he muttered, eyes still glued to the body part in question.
Izumo grinned again and bent further than necessary as he opened a drawer. Kenji, unwilling to let that pass, slipped up behind Izumo and gripped his friend’s hips. "You know, that could get you in big trouble," he murmured into Izumo’s ear, grinding his morning erection into the cleft of Izumo’s ass.
"Mmm. Careful, I might not consider it trouble," Izumo said, looking over his shoulder.
Kenji grinned and dropped a kiss on Izumo’s cheek. "If I didn’t know your mom was already awake, I’d be taking advantage of that," he said, then sighed regretfully and stepped back, turning to his duffel to get his own clothes.
"You two are disgusting, you know that?" Kotetsu said, groaning as he forced himself into an upright position.
Izumo glanced over his shoulder. "What do you mean by that?"
"Just because you’re boyfriends now, doesn’t mean you have to be... gooey," he finished, making a face.
The color drained from Kenji’s face and his head whipped around. He caught Izumo’s puzzled look and glanced at Kotetsu before looking back at Izumo. He gulped - nearly out loud - and licked his lips. The thought came to him belatedly that he should have just played it off, but it was too late for that. "Uh... Tetsu, what do you mean by boyfriends?" Izumo asked, carefully.
"Uh... shit. He didn’t ask yet." He paused and cleared his throat. "My fuckin’ mouth," he muttered and sighed. "He was going to ask you to be his boyfriend. I thought he did last night when he went to get you, ‘swhy I thought you were as mushy as you were just now..." Kotetsu trailed off and looked helplessly from Izumo to Kenji and back again. "Uh, I’ll just... grab some boxers and leave you two alone..."
"You’ll stay right there," Izumo said, firmly, eyes still locked to Kenji and Kotetsu stopped dead in his tracks.
Kenji glanced at Kotetsu then back to Izumo. "Uh... Well, I... Um..." he stammered, sending another look at Kotetsu.
Kotetsu sighed. "He likes you - whether he’ll admit it or not - and he made a comment last night that he’d like to know he’s got someone at home he can call his, though I know that’s only a small part of it."
Kenji’s eyes narrowed at Kotetsu, who did gulp audibly then he looked back at Izumo and forced himself to nod. "I was going to ask you, but I was going to wait for a little while before I did. ‘Til... I dunno, just... ‘til I figured out a better time to ask." He swallowed his nervousness and forced himself to meet the brown eyes.
They softened on him and Izumo stepped closer. "I thought... I thought you and Tetsu would get back together."
Kenji managed to chuckle a little and shook his head. "He says you’re better boyfriend material. And look... I wouldn’t expect you two to not do stuff or anything like that. That wouldn’t be fair. But I... do... like you and it would be nice to know that I’ve got someone - you - here who thinks about me." By the time he finished, his voice had gone quiet.
Izumo glanced at Kotetsu, promising retribution, then back to Kenji. He bit his lip, swallowed then, to Kenji’s relief, nodded. "Okay. You know I care about you, Kenji. I don’t know that I could say I love you... yet... or anything but... I do care and I’ll be happy to be that for you."
Kenji blinked down at Izumo a moment, shocked. "You... will? You’ll be my boyfriend?" Izumo nodded and Kenji felt the tension drain from him. He grabbed Izumo up into his arms and caught the man’s lips in a fierce kiss. When he pulled back, Izumo was grinning. "Thank you. You’ve... made me very happy."
The grin widened. "You’ve made me happy, too." He paused to drop another light kiss on Kenji’s lips. "We’ll... talk more about it later, okay? I can smell pancakes."
Kenji nodded and dropped another kiss on Izumo - this time on the end of the nose then the three of them turned to dress quickly. As they stepped out of the bedroom, Izumo took his hand and he glanced down into the brown eyes focused on him. He lifted the hand in his and dropped a kiss on it. "Thank you," he said again and Izumo leaned up, giving him a soft kiss on his lips.
"Don’t. I want to. I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to really love again, Kenji, but... if I’m going to love anyone, it’ll be you," he replied and Kenji couldn’t resist pulling Izumo into his arms again. Kotetsu, stuck behind them in the hall, sighed.
"Hungry here. Can we get to the pancakes?" He asked, but there was humor tinging his voice. Kenji looked over at Kotetsu and grinned then turned a thoughtful look at Izumo.
"Hmm. Does this mean we don’t kiss him anymore?" He asked and Izumo, picking up the teasing pursed his lips.
"I don’t know. Maybe we shouldn’t... if he’s going to be like this."
Kenji nodded and they both laughed when Kotetsu protested with a, "HEY! I wouldn’t have suggested this if it meant I didn’t get anything."
"Please," Izumo said, shaking his head. "I think you know better. Come on, Mom’s going to be impatient." Turning, hand once more in Kenji’s, they headed for the kitchen, a grumbling Kotetsu behind them.
"KENJI!" Mrs. Kamizuki shouted as soon as they got to the doorway. He had to let go of Izumo’s hand because he had two arms full of his... boyfriend’s mom. He chuckled as he hugged her and she nearly squeezed him in two. She tightened her arms once more then stepped back. She looked him over, then clicked her tongue. "Your gorgeous hair..." she said, shaking her head, then sighed. "Ah, well. I’m glad to see you! Sit down, pancakes are ready. No, wait, wash your hands."
"Yes, ma’am," Kenji said, grinning.
"Mom. Stop that ma’am crap, you make me feel old. Izumo, plates. Tetsu, silverware and when you’re done washing up, Kenji, you can get the glasses and coffee cups." She turned back to the stove and Kenji, grin wide, met Izumo and Kotetsu’s looks.
They busied themselves with her orders then settled in with breakfast. "So! Tell me about training! Wait, wait, when do you have to go home?" Mrs. Kamizuki asked.
Kenji frowned. "I don’t know. When I talked to Mom, she was with my sister and didn’t know when she’d be home. She hadn’t been expecting me and with the new baby my sister had, she’s been staying there to help."
"Aww, that’s too bad. What about your dad?" She asked, turning to pour coffee for everyone.
"Well, uh, I won’t be seeing him," Kenji said, staring at his plate.
"Why not?" Mrs. Kamizuki asked.
"He, well... he doesn’t want to see me," Kenji managed, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He glanced at Izumo and gave quiet thanks when his boyfriend put pancakes on his plate for him then fumbled with the butter.
"Why ever not? That’s ridiculous!" Mrs. Kamizuki asked, sounding outraged.
"Well..." Kenji started, then paused and set the butter knife down. He took a deep breath and looked up. "He doesn’t agree with my... ‘choices’ as he put them in, uh, my love life."
Mrs. Kamizuki blinked at him for a long moment. "Well, he’s a fool and that’s his loss. Sounds like you’re better off not seeing him. I’d be thrilled if you stayed here until you have to go back." She busied herself with her own pancakes but all three men could see her lips tightened in anger. If that anger was aimed at either Izumo or Kotetsu, they would have been terrified. Both were immensely grateful to not be the target.
She set her own knife down with very precise movements and picked up her fork, then glanced around when the boys didn’t move. Setting the fork back down, she cleared her throat. "Fool. Plain and simple. You don’t choose it. And he doesn’t deserve to have you in his life if he’s going to be like that. I’m sorry that it went that way, but know that I will never judge you. I love you like one of my own sons." She reached out and patted his cheek. "Now. Eat before they get cold."
All three of them echoed, "Yes, Mom," then scrambled for their utensils and dug into their food.
"I need to do a little bit of shopping. I hate to ask you guys to drive me around, but if I could borrow the Jeep for a little bit, I could do it myself," Kenji began when the dishes were cleaned up and put away. "By the time I knew I was coming home, the PX had been cleaned out. There was next to nothing to buy for you guys."
"You don’t have to get us gifts," Izumo started, but Kenji just raised an eyebrow and his mouth snapped closed. "Uh, you can borrow it, but I actually have a couple of things to get, too, so... I’d be happy to go with you, if you want."
Kenji nodded and smiled. "Okay." He glanced up at Kotetsu. "Do you want to go?"
"I don’t wanna be left at home. But... are you gonna be really mushy the whole time?" He asked with a smirk.
Kenji’s lips twitched and in answer, he pulled Izumo against him and laid a long, thorough, intense kiss on his boyfriend. Izumo responded, his hands coming up to thread through Kenji’s hair and the kiss deepened. Their tongues slid, both savoring the taste of the other, both forgetting where they were, about the need to breathe, too lost in the feel of the other person. Kenji tightened his hold on Izumo, pulling him in closer until there wasn’t so much as a speck of air between them. His cock thickened in his pants and he could feel the answering hardness against his own. There was a soft moan that took a moment to filter through as coming from Izumo.
He pulled back and they both panted for breath. It was only the sound of gagging that brought them back to where they were. They looked over at Kotetsu, who had his finger in his mouth. "Ugh. I think I will stay home," he said, turning on his heel and heading toward the bedroom. Izumo and Kenji grinned, kissed each other once more, then followed their friend.
Several hours and a ridiculous number of stores later, they returned home, successful. Kenji had one of the best days he could remember ever having in his life. He was tired - shopping and fighting holiday crowds was worse than carrying the fifty pound backpack and running up the side of the mountain during basic training. But he’d spent the better part of the day holding Izumo’s hand with Kotetsu on the other side of him, so he didn’t really mind so much being tired.
They’d laughed and joked and aside from Izumo being his boyfriend instead of Hayate’s, it was very much like old times. In a few of the stores, they’d worked together to get the things he wanted for his mom and sister when it looked like he was going to get beaten by another customer. And that was literally beaten. He handed the item behind him to Izumo and Kotetsu distracted the customer by knocking something over. They managed to escape without any bodily harm - either direction.
They’d had lunch and dinner together and he and Izumo only got gagged at once - for feeding each other. He couldn’t care, though. He was way too happy to be able to do goofy things like that to get upset at Kotetsu’s comments. It was easy enough to shut his friend up when he leaned over and planted a kiss on Kotetsu’s lips. Kotetsu grinned and went back to his own food.
They unloaded the presents he’d had wrapped by the charity group at the mall and put them under the Christmas tree. He couldn’t resist picking up one with his name on it and shaking it, but it just got snatched out of his hand and put back under the tree. "No. You’ll wait like the rest of us," Izumo said, glaring and he laughed when Kotetsu snuck around Izumo to do exactly the same thing. "I swear to God, Kotetsu Hagane, I’ll take it back," Izumo said without turning around. Kotetsu winced and scratched the back of his head.
"Uh... heh... I... err, should probably get my shower. Yeah, I’ll... be out in a bit then you two can take yours." So saying, he practically ran out of the living room. Izumo and Kenji stared at each other for a long moment, then started laughing.
When they managed to stop, Izumo frowned. "He’s acting weird."
"Yeah, I noticed. I don’t know what to think. I don’t want to hurt him with... you know, you and me. But... he was the one that said I should ask you," Kenji said, chewing on a lip.
Izumo nodded. "Yeah, that’s true. I think he’s still just confused in a lot of ways. Maybe he didn’t think we’d, you know, touch and stuff so much."
Kenji shrugged. "I don’t know. Should we stop?"
Izumo shook his head. "No." He closed the short distance between them. "I am not going to restrict myself while you’re here. God only knows when I’ll see you again."
Kenji wrapped his arms around Izumo and leaned in, eyes closed to just hold. He took a deep breath, inhaling Izumo’s scent and memorizing it. "I’m sorry for that," he whispered.
"Shhh, don’t," Izumo replied, laying a line of light kisses along Kenji’s cheek and jaw. "It is. No use getting upset about it now. Let’s just enjoy the time we’ve got, okay?"
Kenji nodded and left his own kisses on Izumo’s cheek. He fought hard to keep from saying the words, though they wanted, again, to come out badly. He was saved when he heard a female voice say, "Oh ho! What have we here?"
Izumo and Kenji broke apart. Kenji started to back off, but Izumo held onto him. "We’re boyfriends," Izumo said, smile splitting his face.
"Oh how wonderful!" Mrs. Kamizuki exclaimed. She hurried across the room and wrapped her arms around Kenji. "That’s great news, sweetie," she whispered into his ear. She stepped back and looked between them. "Um..." she paused and pursed her lips. "How do you want to handle... uh... sleeping arrangements?"
Kenji and Izumo blinked at each other. "Oh, well, Kenji slept between us last night. I just sort of assumed he’d want to again."
Mrs. Kamizuki’s eyebrows went up. "I’m not sure I want to know what all happens with that... no, wait, I don’t want to know. I just kind of thought that if you were boyfriends, that, well..." she trailed off and looked uncomfortably from one to the other.
Kenji cleared his throat. "It’s fine, Mom. There’s enough room for us to sleep," he said, carefully emphasizing the word "sleep." He met Izumo’s eyes then they both looked back at her.
She blinked a couple of times then nodded. "Right. Of course. Well, uh, if you change your mind, I can make up a bed for Kotetsu out here or something," she said. "And, uh, it’s kind of late. I’ve got the early shift tomorrow. So I’ve got to head to bed. Good night, boys," she said, dropping kisses on each of them then escaping to her room.
By the time she’d disappeared into the hall, both of them had very red faces. "Well, uh, she knows we have sex," Kenji said, his voice in a bit of shock.
"And she thinks we all have sex," Izumo added, nodding.
Kenji nodded back. "Well, she’s right, though. We do... uh, have."
"Yeah, but... uh... I don’t really want her to know that," Izumo said, clearing his throat.
"Definitely not, um, something I like her knowing, no doubt about that. But, uh..." he paused, closed his eyes and took a deep breath then opened them again. "We can’t send Tetsu to the couch."
"Yeah. He’ll have nightmares," Izumo said, frowning.
"Hey, come here a sec." Kenji pulled on Izumo’s hand and settled in on the armchair, tugging Izumo into his lap. "I think it’s time we talk about this."
Izumo shifted so that he was across Kenji’s lap and started to play a bit with the brown strands. He took a deep breath. "I don’t know what to say."
Kenji reached up and tilted Izumo’s chin until his boyfriend was looking at him. "When I talked to you this morning, I said I didn’t expect you to stop what you do with Tetsu and I mean it. Especially sleeping next to him. He needs you and I’m not going to mess with that. I’m also not going to punish you for me not being here."
Izumo paused and brushed his fingers across Kenji’s cheek, considering him for a long moment. "I would have. And will. If it hurt you," he murmured. Brown eyes met hazel and Izumo hesitated at the look in them. "I like having a boyfriend again. I’ve missed it. And... I’m really glad it’s you, Kenji."
Kenji swallowed at the expression on Izumo’s face. "I’m... happy to hear that." His eyes dropped to Izumo’s lips and he licked his own. "I... I’m the one who made the choice to go into the military, Zu. I don’t want you to deny yourself because of it. I don’t want to do that to Kotetsu, either. I... care. A lot about both of you and I’d rather you just... stay the way you are. I’m just happy to know there’s someone who’ll think about me and say they’ve got someone... you know?" He closed his mouth to stop the run of words. He was so close to saying something he’d regret.
Izumo nodded. "I’ll tell people," he said with a smile. "I have a boyfriend in the military. Out there to defend us. He’s an amazing man. Gorgeous and brave." He leaned forward and kissed his way slowly along Kenji’s jaw. "Sexy as hell," he whispered, nipping at the earlobe. "And mine."
Kenji’s heart thumped at the words. And mine. His arms tightened around Izumo and before he could stop himself, he’d caught his boyfriend’s lips in a kiss that left no doubt that he wanted to truly claim Izumo as his own. Emotions he worked hard to hold back poured out and his hands slid down, feeling and claiming the body in his lap.
To his surprise, Izumo shifted, straddling his lap then deepened the kiss. He felt things from it, stuff that he couldn’t believe but pushed those questions away, too happy to just have it happening. They broke apart and crashed back together over and over, tasting and touching. Hands dove under shirts and bodies rocked into each other, hard cocks grinding. Izumo’s hands went into Kenji’s hair as the kiss turned demanding and heat flashed.
Kenji’s hands dropped to Izumo’s ass and cupped, pulling him in. More rocking and grinding, more nips and bites. "Want you," Izumo murmured during a break. "Need you." He had no idea he’d said it, but Kenji caught it and a moan broke loose that couldn’t be held back.
"Shower. Tetsu’s out," Kenji managed, pulling back and panting hard. "Want you so badly." His chest rose and fell with the desperate attempt to take in air. Izumo stood up and Kenji’s eyes fell to the lump in his lover’s jeans. One hand was extended and Kenji took it, standing up himself and they both headed into the hallway. Halfway to the bathroom, he stopped and pushed Izumo against the wall, unwilling to wait any longer.
"Mmm, Kenji," Izumo groaned when one hand cupped his cock and started rubbing. "Fuck." With a supreme effort, he stood up and pulled Kenji toward the bathroom.
As they got there, the door opened and Kotetsu stepped out. "Hey--" he started then sent one look at each of them and his voice dropped and he managed a very husky, "Can I be part of this?"
Izumo and Kenji glanced at each other, then they each grabbed a hand and nearly dragged Kotetsu into the bedroom.
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