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Illusion and Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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They got about half way to the Fire Country border before they realized they were being followed. They didn't dare slow down, but after the search and the chakra they'd already used, they both knew they weren't likely to be able to get past the ANBU patrol border before they ran out of energy.

Yet again relying on their silent communication, they stopped long enough to ditch their packs and choose the place they would face whoever was chasing them. They found a spot open enough for them to move but still allow them cover.

They laid out what traps they could in the time they had allowed. Kotetsu set up two with explosive tags attached to wire then hid them in the grass and leaves. Izumo took chakra wire, coated it in his syrup, stretched it between two more trees, and arranged it to use the dancing shadows of the branches to keep it out of sight. He set his own paper tags and stepped back to survey his work. With any luck, their followers would stumble on it, get nice and caught up, blow up and buy them enough time to put real distance between them. Satisfied, Izumo went back to meet up with Kotetsu.

Kotetsu summoned his weaponry, passed one of his connected swords to Izumo then set his conch mace to the side and out of sight. One more glance at Kotetsu, who nodded his assent and they took up spots in the tree to wait.

They didn't have to wait long. They weren't really surprised that they'd been discovered and followed. It didn't shock them, after discovering about Hikaru that they'd be chased by ninja, either.

No, what shocked them was to count not two or three ninja, not even four or five, but eight. Oh shit.

They heard cursing and saw two of the explosives go off. Forcing themselves to stay in place, they listened as the next trap was released and the subsequent explosion went off. That was three. But there were still five and they were approaching quickly. Kotetsu cast a quick glance at Izumo and they leaped from the tree together.

They landed in the center of the group. The five ninja left turned at once, lifting their weaponry. Izumo took a quick inventory, noting three former Sand nin and two that wore the general "shinobi" headband - war deserters. Suppressing the growl at that thought, he noted that Hikaru wasn't part of the group, so either he fell to one of their traps or was still back in River Country. It didn't matter.

What mattered was that one wielded a katana, but the other four simply held kunai. That could be dealt with. Kotetsu and Izumo turned their backs to each other, swords at the ready. Izumo glanced over his shoulder, sending a pointed glance at the katana wielder and Kotetsu gave a minute nod in acknowledgement.

"This is it? This is what Yori sent us after? A couple of puny Leaf ninja?" The katana ninja - one of the war deserters - laughed.

"Don't underestimate them." One of the Sand-nin countered. "There's a reason Sand lost the attempt all those years ago."

The first ninja laughed. "Maybe it's just because you guys are weak and useless?"

"If I'm so weak and useless, why am I covering your sorry ass?"

"Hey, could we maybe stop bitching at each other and, you know, kill them?" Another of the Sand nin asked, pointing at Kotetsu and Izumo with his kunai.

"Awww, we'd hate to get in the way of the argument." Kotetsu snickered.

"Please, don't let us interrupt," Izumo said, pleasantly. "Perhaps someone would care for some tea instead?"

The sword-wielder blinked at Izumo. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Izumo rolled his eyes. "No, I really had planned to set my sword down and pour you tea. Of course, I'm fucking kidding." He heard Kotetsu snort behind him. Izumo loosened his grip on the blade he held, turned his head and saw the spikes bounce again.

And then he pivoted on the balls of his feet and he and Kotetsu were in the air, heading toward the first ninja. He dodged the chain, spinning on his heel and countered Izumo's blade with his katana. He had a kunai in the other hand a second later and parried Kotetsu's blade.

Izumo jumped backwards, sliding in the dirt to the end of the chain. He put two fingers up to his mouth and, after a glance at Kotetsu so his partner knew what he was doing, released syrup onto the field.

"What the fuck!" The sword wielder shouted in surprise. Channeling chakra to their feet to be able to move through the sticky fluid, they again went after the sword wielder.

His surprise did him in, but by this time, the others had gotten over their initial shock that they'd attacked. Izumo managed to knock the sword out of his hand. But as he turned to retaliate, Kotetsu knocked him down, and, apparently, out.

They turned their attention to the other four, but in the syrup, even with their chakra feet, the swords were unwieldy. They tossed them aside and pulled regular kunai out instead, once more setting themselves up back to back. The three Sand-nin watched warily, but the fourth - the other war deserter, simply smirked at them. "We're not as weak as he was. I don't need some fancy sword to take you out."

Izumo recognized the hand signs in just enough time. He formed his own seal and as the fireball came after them, his swirl of water extinguished it. Through the steam, Kotetsu launched his kunai, catching the nin in the shoulder. They were rewarded with a loud curse and as the steam cleared, more hand signs.

Izumo sighed, a little annoyed. He glanced at Kotetsu, held up two fingers and started his own hand signs. Turning to face the rogue nin fully, he released a stream of water that Kotetsu enhanced with the wind technique he'd been working on. When it connected to the nin, he poofed and the log left in his place splintered into pieces.

"Fuck," Kotetsu muttered and they turned to look for him. He was no where to be found, but the Sand nin decided it was time to move in. Two were apparently taijutsu specialists. Neither tried to do any hand signs and Kotetsu and Izumo were grateful. This was something a lot easier to handle; they'd been fighting around each other for years.

And as the Sand-nin attempted their jabs and cuts, their punches and kicks, they realized they couldn't get close. Every move was parried, every attack was countered. The third Sand-nin -- a wind user -- simply watched in stunned fascination as the two Leaf ninja moved together. They should have been catching each other with their blades, they should have been hitting each other, but they weren't. And they weren't even looking at each other. They were simply aware. It was like a dance, the way they moved together, ducking, shifting and twisting around and with the other person.

And then one of the kunais was released and caught one of his fellow Sand shinobi in the arm. A howl of pain broke him out of his trance and he started after them. The other Sand nin was knocked back by another water technique, hitting at tree with a hard thud and sliding to the ground to lay still.

At this point, the two Leaf ninja turned to the last two Sand nin. The taijutsu specialist started in again, only to be pushed back by a large blast of wind. The wind user from Sand shook his head when his teammate hit a tree like the last one did and took the same slow slide to the ground. He wouldn't be getting up anytime soon any more than their friend would.

He knew he was out numbered and very probably out-matched. If they weren't jounin level, they were damned close and he had very little chance against two of them. Not when at least six of his group were already on the ground because of them. He carefully considered his options, then dropped into a crouch and formed his own hand seals as quickly as he possibly could.

But the wind scythe he sent after them was disbursed by the spiky-haired ninja and he cursed quietly. He gave one more effort, pulling out his best wind technique. The air spun and drew in on itself, building its pressure. But as he released it, it wasn't nearly as strong as it should have been and the two Leaf simply jumped far enough to dodge.

They came around from the sides and he knew, then, that it was over. He glanced from one to the other and then transported away.

Kotetsu and Izumo surveyed the battlefield. The three left would not be getting up any time soon. The two sand nin were passed out cold and not waking for probably a few hours, at least. The swordsman was also knocked out. All three were alive, but not moving in the near future.

Kotetsu and Izumo backtracked to their traps. One was empty, the other two were still occupied and the captured nin quite dead. Both Kotetsu and Izumo sighed when they saw the scratched Leaf headband around one neck. They sent up a quick prayer, then set incendiary tags on the bodies and went back to the three that were knocked out. After tying them up with chakra wire and checking the area once more for the three missing rogue nin, they recovered their weaponry and packs and took off again.

This time, they didn't get very far before they recognized two of the chakra signatures coming after them. With careful concentration, they suppressed their own signatures. A quick silent discussion and Kotetsu went one way, leaving enough of a chakra trail to lure one of their trackers. Izumo let enough off to lure the other and then headed higher into the tree.

Kunai in hand, he forced himself to stillness and waited. He was a former ninja from Grass -- the one that had escaped Izumo's chakra wire. Izumo made a note to work on that particular trap some more.

The Grass nin stopped dead on the branch below Izumo, obviously in confusion at the suddenly ended chakra trail. He glanced around, but before he could think to look up, Izumo landed behind him on silent chakra-infused feet and pulled the kunai across the Grass nin's neck.

Izumo felt himself close in. He swallowed hard at the sound of the body hitting the ground under the tree. He followed it to the forest floor and stared hard at the blood that was soaking into the dirt and grass. His heart pounded in his chest and his breathing was hard as he tried to get a hold of himself. His eyes moved to his hands, unable to look away from the spots on them.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm, shoving the thoughts into a small box and pushing it to the back of his mind. A few seconds later, Kotetsu landed on the grass next to him, covered in blood, as well. When their eyes met, the dark slanted ones were flat. He knew the look. Knew it was in his own eyes.

Shutdown.

Without a word, they took off.

They didn't quite make it to the border. Their energy reserves and chakra had simply run out. They dropped from the trees to the forest floor near one of the tributaries to the river that separated the two countries. Too exhausted and strung out to go any further, they found a spot and tossed down their packs. They kept their heads enough to set a few traps so they'd at least be alerted to possible company, but beyond that, they were too far gone to do any more.

It never occurred to them to worry about stripping to bathe in front of each other. Their minds were still firmly locked down, their emotions controlled. They pulled out fresh clothes -- their uniforms once more -- and waded out into the river to clean the themselves off.

But as Izumo scrubbed, the blood didn't want to come off. He used more soap, scrubbed harder, even going so far as to grab handfuls of sand from the bottom of the river, but there were still remnants left. He knew he wasn't handling it well, knew that the little box he'd shoved his emotions into was already cracking. But he couldn't seem to do anything about it.

His movements were getting frantic, desperation taking over to wipe it away, just get rid of it. Izumo kept seeing the Grass nin's face, the surprised O his lips had formed when Izumo had landed next to him on the branch. He had no idea he was shaking his head there in the present, no clue that the blood was quite gone. He simply kept scrubbing -- trying to clean off something that had no physical existence.

And then his wrists were caught by hands with slightly tanner skin. They pulled the soap out of his grip and tossed it aside, then rinsed them. Slowly, they were lifted and Izumo's eyes followed their path as they moved. Then they were being kissed and he felt the last of the box inside crumble away.

He threw himself into Kotetsu, their mouths crashing together. The other man's arms came around him, pulling him tight against his friend's body. Lips and tongues battled, nearly desperate to just feel. There was a moan as they tasted, Izumo's hands fisting in the spikes.

"Make it go away, Tetsu," he whimpered when they broke apart. "Please..."

Kotetsu didn't answer with words, he simply took Izumo's hand and turned toward the bank. He snatched up their clothes and led his friend back to the spot they'd left their packs. After a quick, hard kiss, he dropped the clothes off to the side and dug out a small bottle from Izumo's bag. Then he pulled his best friend down to him, pushed Izumo over onto his back and captured the other man's lips once more.

Hands went everywhere, palms gliding, nails scraping, fingertips teasing. Kotetsu pinned Izumo's hands with his own and started nipping and biting at skin, anywhere he could reach, all interspersed with more tastes of the other man's mouth. He worked his way over his friend's body, doing everything he could to distract, everything he could think of to keep the other man from thinking.

He paused at the nipples to torment them with his tongue, drawing one between his teeth. He bit down gently, earning himself a groan and a struggle for the other man's hands to be released. When he let go, those fingers threaded through his shaggy black locks again. He switched to the other nipple, torturing it the same as he had it's twin and he was rewarded with more loud moans and the feel of the cock against his hip twitching hard.

He abandoned the nipples and continued down over the taut, muscled chest. Zumo wasn't big, just defined and toned and Kotetsu loved it. He traced the edges of the muscles, the lines and dips with his lips and tongue. He nibbled at smooth flesh, traced the scars that were on the other man's body.

He paused to run his tongue around Izumo's navel, dragging a low sound from his friend. Zumo's cock twitched again, hard and heavy against Kotetsu's chest, but Tetsu forced himself to keep it slow, keep working to drive the other man as crazy as he could. He dragged his lips along his friend's stomach, nipping at hip bones before making a new line along the dip between stomach and the soft brown hair above his lover's cock.

Izumo bucked against him, trying, Kotetsu knew, to get him to pay attention to the neglected length that was already dripping pre-cum. But he wasn't ready yet, wasn't going to rush it. Izumo needed to stop thinking, needed to keep it at bay for a while yet and he was determined to give his friend what he needed.

Besides, it served to give him something else to concentrate on, as well. It gave him an excuse to not think.

He turned his attention to the part of Izumo's inner thigh that he'd discovered during their last failed attempt at sex. He kissed his way along one leg, paused to tease the back of one knee and was delighted to see another buck and hear a gasp from it. He turned to the other leg, giving it the same treatment, working his way up the inside of this thigh.

The hands went back to his hair, fingers threading, then they fisted, pulling at the locks. Kotetsu groaned, the slight pain going straight to his own cock, making it twitch and harden even more, if that were possible. He forced himself to pause and take a deep breath, then turned back to the hard length in front of him.

His eyes travelled up along the other man's body and met the brown ones that were already watching him. They were intense, filled with need, want and a mess of other things that gave Kotetsu pause. But the need burned brightest and he turned his attention back to the other man's dick, opened his mouth and slowly took the lightest of tastes.

And moaned.

Izumo tasted... incredible. There was no other way to put it. He couldn't have held back for anything. His mouth opened again and a few seconds later, he swallowed the other man's cock. "Oh FUCK, Tetsu!" Izumo shouted, hands tightening in the black hair.

His own senses wanted to overload. The feel and taste of the cock in his mouth was almost too much and he finally gave in and wrapped a hand around his own neglected length, a long, loud moan escaping his throat.

He moved his mouth slowly off, then back down again, taking his time on this trip to savor the feel of each bump, the taste of every bit of the soft skin. He dragged his tongue along the underside, tracing veins, and, when he was left with nothing but the tip between his lips, he ran it over the slit, then swirled it around the head. More gasps and moans were loosed from his friend's mouth and then he swallowed the other man once more.

"Oh God," Izumo's choked groan went straight to Tetsu's cock and he fought hard against the urge to lift those legs, bury himself in that tight heat and simply take. He reached for the lotion, he'd dug out earlier, wishing to all hell that he had the real stuff, but he'd be damned if he put this off.

He let go of his cock so that he could brace himself and coat his fingers with the lotion. Then he slid one of those fingers along Izumo's ass until he found what he was looking for. Taking another deep breath to force himself to go slow, he massaged the tight muscle, doing everything he could possibly think of to keep it slow enough. He knew he wasn't as big as Raidou, but that didn't matter much because he also knew that Zumo hadn't been with anyone in nearly two weeks.

Finally, he pushed one finger into his friend, groaning at the feel. "Oh God, you feel good," he moaned into Izumo's skin.

"You don't h-ha..." Izumo started, then interrupted himself to groan when Tetsu found his prostate. "You don't have to go slow for me," he managed to get out around the moans. His hips moved, rocking against the finger inside of him, desperate for more contact, more to fill him, just more.

"Shh." Kotetsu whispered, doing his best to spread the lotion around as much as possible. He gave in, though, and added the second finger, earning himself another loud groan for it.

"Please, Tetsu, just... fuck..." he trailed off when Kotetsu found the other man's spot again and mercilessly used it. His hands gripped Tetsu's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, but neither man paid any attention.

Kotetsu forced himself to focus, going so far as to try to repeat the damned ninja rules in his head to keep himself grounded. It wasn't working, he desperately wanted, needed to be inside the other man now and he finally gave up. He pulled back long enough to coat himself and then he was back and right there.

And despite the desperation in both of them, despite the need, they paused. Their eyes met, and a whole mess of things passed between them silently. This, this was the one place they'd never gone with each other. This was the one thing they'd never done.

Kotetsu had wanted it for so long, had needed this man for so long, and now... now that it was here, he hesitated. His fears crashed hard to the front of his mind and he stared at his friend. He wanted Izumo so badly, but he didn't want to screw them up, either.

But Izumo had no such fears, no such doubts. He knew, now, what he wanted and needed and he reached up and pulled Kotetsu down to him. Their lips met, and the last of Kotetsu's hesitation evaporated. He pushed slowly into the other man and groaned loudly at the feel of his best friend's body. "Oh... my... God, Zumo..." he whispered when the kiss ended. "You feel so good." He paused, once more, to try to gather some semblance of sanity and control.

"So do you, Tetsu..." he replied, eyes closed, head tilted back. "So good. But... please..." his hands tightened on Tetsu's arms, trying to transmit some tiny portion of the need pouring through him.

Kotetsu started moving then, knowing what his friend was asking for, his eyes sliding closed as well.

And he went right back to reciting the ninja rules in his head. The other man simply felt too good. Downright incredible. And there was no way he'd last, absolutely none.

Izumo's legs lifted, wrapping more tightly around Kotetsu, his hips moving to match Tetsu's thrusts. Low grunts and moans poured from his best friend, the sounds making it more and more difficult to hold on. His control was gone, his sanity a distant memory. "God, Zumo... not... oh fuck not going to..."

"Yes..." Izumo moaned, his hand sliding between them.

Kotetsu brought himself back just barely. He pushed Zumo's hand away, not ready for this to end yet and pulled back.

But Izumo's frustration got the better of him. He pulled on Kotetsu and rolled them raising up over the other man. "Fuck me, Tetsu, just... nngh, God, just fuck..." He groaned, lifting his hips and dropped down hard onto the other man. He wrapped a hand around his cock and started to ride his friend almost brutally. He threw his head back, slammed his eyes closed, desperate to keep from thinking.

But Kotetsu knew him, maybe better than he knew himself. His friend pulled on him bringing him down until their faces were close. He wrapped strong arms around Izumo, holding his friend still. "Shhh, baby..." he whispered around the frustrated grunts, "don't rush it."

Izumo's head dropped, face burying into Kotetsu's neck, choked sounds issuing from the other man's throat. "I know. I know, but you don't want it to end too soon. Let me just love you. I'll make you forget." He dropped kisses along Izumo's cheek and ear and the sounds slowed. "That's it, baby, it's okay. Now, ride me, but just... don't rush it," he whispered and Izumo nodded into Tetsu's neck, then raised himself up and started moving again, this time much slower.

And he knew Tetsu had been right. He still couldn't think, was still lost to the physical, the feel of his best friend. Kotetsu sat up and as they moved together, he found he could only focus on the cock filling him, the hands on his skin, the lips nipping and biting at him.

Tetsu's arms went around Izumo, one hand on his friend's shoulder, the other gripping one hip. He tasted the chest and neck exposed to him as Izumo moved, pushing them faster toward that end. He bit here and nibbled there, dragging louder sounds from the man on top of him. "Tetsu, oh fuck, Tetsu getting... nngh... close... already..." Izumo moaned and Kotetsu let out an answering groan.

Kotetsu continued to bite at the flesh in front of him for another moment, then the grip on Zumo's hip tightened and his friend's big brown eyes opened and focused on his face. "Turn around, baby," he whispered and Izumo moved off of him and did.

Tetsu pushed back into the snug heat of his friend's body, his balls aching with the denial he was putting himself through. He wrapped his arms around Izumo and started moving. "Oh fuck, you're so tight, Zumo."

He dropped kisses over the other man's back and Zumo's head dropped back against his shoulder. "Harder...nngh... faster, Tetsu, please..." Izumo moaned and Kotetsu responded, picking up the pace and pumping harder into the other man.

Izumo's hand dove for his cock again and Tetsu pushed it away once more, this time wrapping his own around the hard length and stroking it. He tried to match the rhythm of his thrusts, but they were quickly becoming erratic, the rhythm breaking. "So... nngh... so fucking close, Zumo..." He moaned, unable to hold on any more.

"Yes, Tetsu, come for me..." Izumo's own voice was rough. "Close, too, so close..." He turned his head, dropping a kiss on Tetsu's cheek, "Please... God, Tetsu, please..." another loud grunt and his muscles started to clamp around the other man's cock.

"Oh God, Tetsu..." Izumo's body started to shudder, "I'm... oh fuck!" The last word ended on a shout as the cock in Kotetsu's hand started jumping, warm thick fluid spilling over, Izumo's body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

And then Kotetsu saw white, his own body shuddered, Zumo's muscles clenched a bit more as his friend's orgasm finished and Kotetsu gave his own shout of his best friend's name. White fire tore through his body, along his nerve endings, snaking up his spine, through his cock and he emptied himself into the other man.

They fell into the grass together, breathing still erratic, neither yet capable of coherent thought, much less speech. Kotetsu curled around the other man, still buried inside and tightened his arms, pulling his friend -- his lover, as close as he could.

He left light kisses on the other man's back, shoulder, neck, anywhere he could reach. Izumo lifted one of Tetsu's hands and dropped his own kisses on it. They lay in silence, both working to absorb what they'd just felt, what they'd just done.

It took them a long time to move. Eventually, Kotetsu released Izumo and they managed to put together a bit of a camp and dress themselves. They didn't need to be naked if the daimyou sent more people after them.

They didn't talk, mostly because they had no idea what they could say to each other. It was true, it started because of the shutdown, because of the emotional mess they were both in. But neither could really believe that's all it ended up being about.

If Izumo had put words to it, he would have said they'd made love. Which is probably why he couldn't -- or maybe wouldn't -- put words to it. Instead, they summoned their bedrolls, laid them out, made some tea and settled in. The only concession they gave to their confusion was putting their bedrolls next to each other.

As they stretched out, the exhaustion that had taken them over earlier started to creep back in. They laid on their own mats, staring at each other, heads pillowed on their packs. The space between them felt felt like meters, though it could only have been maybe a dozen centimeters. Kotetsu reached across the space and ran his fingertips down Izumo's face. "Are you okay?" He asked in a whisper.

Izumo nodded, then leaned over. Kotetsu met him and their lips touched in a soft kiss. "Are you?" He asked when they broke apart.

It was Kotetsu's turn to nod and then they settled down onto their mats once more. A few minutes later, exhaustion won and they fell asleep.
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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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Illusion and Dream