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Illusion and Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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He was being a coward and he knew it.

They'd gotten home from their mission and Genma had asked him to move in four days ago. And, though he hadn't slept in the apartment he still, technically, shared with Izumo since then, he hadn't exactly moved all of his things out and into Gen's apartment, either.

Because he was scared to death of Izumo's reaction.

It was ridiculous, Kotetsu recognized that. First off, Izumo and Raidou had been together that entire time. Izumo was still, to all appearances, happy with Raidou. Secondly, he had already brought a few key things over.

His toothbrush was no longer in the cup on the bathroom counter, his hair gel, brush and shaving stuff was missing from the cabinet. Izumo had to have noticed them. Genma had certainly noticed when they appeared in his... no, their bathroom. He hadn't been able to hide the grin fast enough when Tetsu unpacked them and put them away.

He had, however, come up behind the shorter man and wrapped his arms around Tetsu's shoulders. He'd leaned down, left a trail of kisses along the spiky-haired man's neck and whispered a very quiet, "Thank you."

Kotetsu couldn't let that go and had pinned the older man to the wall, kissing him so thoroughly, Gen had ended up blinking at him for a full minute before recovering his wits.

Because it had felt so good to simply be wanted like that.

It felt good to cook together in the evenings, to curl up together on the couch and watch silly movies or simply read together. It was so good to lay down together at night and fall asleep together. And it was downright great to wake up together, shower - often together - eat breakfast together and even leave, walking to the mission office - again, together.

Gen never failed to kiss him before heading out on his missions - and Tetsu had been grateful they'd all been short, single-day missions. He'd been very glad to see his lover - his partner - come back at the end of the day and greet him with a grin and another kiss. And he'd been very happy to go home with him.

Because the days had been a nightmare.

Izumo hadn't said anything, specifically. They talked, though it was far from the easy friendship they'd had on their mission or even during the week before that when Gen and Rai had been off on their own mission. No, their conversations had been more strained than that, though Kotetsu couldn't put his finger on where, exactly, it was strained. They still talked about work, still talked about their boyfriends, laughed at the crazy jounin, but something was definitely strained and missing.

And Izumo had been sending him looks all week, and Kotetsu was just waiting for the question to come. He knew it would - Izumo wouldn't let it go forever. The tension between them had been growing and Kotetsu knew it was because of the fact that every night... he went home with Genma.

And those looks and that tension was really getting to Kotetsu. He needed to say something, needed to come out and tell his friend that he was moving out, that he and Gen were making it more permanent. But he just couldn't seem to find the right time, couldn't seem to bring himself to actually say it.

"So... do you and Gen have plans this weekend?" Izumo asked on Friday afternoon.

Shit. Kotetsu sighed, reminding himself that it couldn't have lasted forever. He swallowed. "Not yet. I thought we might go for dinner or something, maybe spend some time at the Kunai."

Izumo nodded. "Rai wanted to know if you guys wanted to do something together. He'd actually suggested that -- dinner and the Kunai."

Kotetsu raised his eyebrows. There was more to the tone of voice than just asking friends out, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Uh, I'll have to check with Gen, but I don't see why not."

Izumo considered him a moment then dropped his eyes to the desk. "So... are you ever coming home again?" Izumo asked in a low voice.

Kotetsu couldn't miss the pain in it. He swallowed around the lump in his throat, trying to force words through. His own heart was pounding, his stomach in knots. He wanted this - wanted to be with Gen, so why did it hurt so much? Why was this so hard to do?

Izumo chose Raidou, he'd gone home with the man. Izumo still spent every evening with him. Why should he sound so hurt by this? It's not like Kotetsu was choosing to go missing-nin or forsaking Konoha for a different village. He was spending his time in a different apartment in the same village.

But then he did know why it hurt. He knew what was hard about it. He missed his friend, missed the easy way that they were with each other. He missed the grumpy, sleepy way Izumo stumbled into the kitchen for his morning coffee. He missed the way they cooked together, missed the easy conversation, the way that they just knew each other.

He shoved the thoughts back. He loved Genma, enjoyed many of those things with the taller man. Gen was just as adorably grumpy in the morning before coffee. They, too, cooked together, talked, loved. It wasn't like he only had those things with Izumo.

"Gen asked me to move in with him," he finally replied, his voice equally as quiet as Izumo's. He couldn't miss the way Izumo swallowed at the news, couldn't miss the pained look that crossed his friend's face.

Izumo nodded. "And you are." He made it sound like a statement, not a question and Kotetsu wondered at the tone of voice.

"I told him I would," Kotetsu confirmed.

"Were you going to tell me? Or was I going to just come home one day to see your stuff gone?" Izumo asked and Kotetsu started at the anger underlying the words.

He blinked at his friend for a minute. "Of course I was going to tell you. I just hadn't figured out... when... it was going to happen, exactly."

"You mean besides not coming home at all for the last week?" Izumo finally looked up at him. His face showed a carefully controlled riot of emotions.

Kotetsu just stared at the other man. "Zumo? What's the big deal? Haven't you spent the week with Rai?"

Izumo looked back down at the desk. "That's not the same."

"It isn't? Where was Rai all week, Zumo?" Kotetsu asked before he could stop himself. He knew, but he didn't really want to hear it. Didn't really want the verbal confirmation, but despite that, he couldn't seem to help himself.

Izumo's lips tightened into a thin line and he didn't answer.

"Zumo? Where?" Kotetsu pushed.

Izumo sighed. "With me."

"How many nights did he sleep in his own apartment?" Tetsu was getting angry now, pissed at the hypocrisy.

Izumo swallowed again. "None."

"Then why does it matter?" Kotetsu asked. The anger had drained from him as quickly as it flashed, other emotions -- a mess of them he couldn't seem to detangle, surfaced in its place.

Izumo stared at him for a long moment and Kotetsu was beginning to think he wasn't going to answer. He was grateful that the mission office was empty. Iruka had already gone home, Kakashi showing up on time for once to pick him up. The reports were filed, everything cleaned up. It was just them and the clock ticking the last minutes of the day away in the silent, tension-filled room.

"Because I miss you," he whispered.

The ticking clock was almost loud enough to cover it up, but Tetsu heard it. He swallowed around his dry throat. Was there more to it than friendship? Was he making the right choice, after all? "You see me every day, Zumo, we work together, for fuck's sake."

Izumo clenched his teeth together, the muscles in his jaw moving as he worked out something. "You know that's not what I mean. Are you being deliberately obtuse?"

Kotetsu blinked. "Deliberately obtuse? What the fuck do you mean by that? If I'm missing something here, why don't you just tell me?" His voice went up in volume as he went so that he was almost shouting by the time he was done.

"Missing something? Yeah, you're missing something! God, you must be fucking blind!" He spun away from Kotetsu and paced the few steps he could across the room.

"Blind? What?" Kotetsu shook his head. "Blind about what? I'm not the one who was blind for so long."

Izumo laughed. "Right. Well, you know what? I don't know about 'for so long' but you are now."

Kotetsu growled, his anger spiking again. "What. The fuck. Am I blind. About?" His tone had dropped, low and dangerous.

Izumo spun around again and marched back to him, poking a finger into his chest. "You want to know what you're blind about? You want to know what the fuck is wrong with moving out?"

Kotetsu, crazily, found himself happy for that one tiny stupid fingertip touching him. Just that tiny little touch and the wanting of it, the need for it only managed to piss him off further. "Yes, please! What the fuck is wrong with finally finding someone who loves me?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Izumo finally shouted.

Kotetsu stared at him, completely stunned. He could not have heard what he thought he did. It wasn't possible. No way. Not in a million years.

Oh really? Then what was that back at the river on your way home? His mind poked at him. What was all that between you on your mission?

He wanted to try to release the genjutsu that he had to be under. He wanted to shake his friend and tell him it wasn't funny. He wanted to ask Izumo why the hell that couldn't have been figured out before he fell in love with Genma. None of it could work its way through his brain and out his mouth. He stood there, instead, just like Izumo, eyes wide, breath coming in harsh pants, throat working around the dry lump lodged there.

"You two okay?" Genma asked from the doorway.

Izumo and Kotetsu turned at the same time to see both Genma and Raidou in the doorway. "Fine." Izumo bit off. He snatched his pack off the floor and hurried around the desk to meet his lover. He threw a glance at Genma, then back at Kotetsu. "Forget I said anything," he said then took a deep breath. He looked up at Raidou. "Can we go?"

"Sure, babe." He glanced at Kotetsu and then at Genma, a puzzled look on his face. "See you at seven?"

"Yeah," Gen answered and stepped further into the office. He considered Kotetsu for a moment, rolling his senbon to the other side of his mouth before speaking. "You okay, Tetsu?"

Kotetsu snapped out of the shock he was still in and turned to his partner. "Yeah, sorry. Let's go home," he said, picking up his own pack with slow movements and putting it on his back.

"What happened?" Genma asked as they left the office, watching his lover out of the corner of his eye.

Kotetsu sighed. "I told him I was moving."

"I... take it he didn't take it too well," Genma ventured.

"Uh... no." Kotetsu glanced over at the other man, taking his hand. "He told me he loved me."

Genma winced, his senbon bobbing precariously, his hand involuntarily tightening around Kotetsu's. "Oh."

Kotetsu stopped walking and turned to his boyfriend. "I love you, Gen. I made a promise to you and I'm keeping it."

Genma swallowed and considered him. "But this is what you've wanted for years, Tetsu."

Kotetsu closed the short distance and looked up into the hazel eyes. "Maybe. But I've realized over the last few weeks, that what I have with you... is important to me, too. I haven't committed to him, I made him no promises. But I promised you. And I want to keep that promise."

Gen's hand tightened again and he pulled out the needle then leaned in, laying his lips lightly over Kotetsu's. "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you, Gen. I mean that." The slanted eyes held Genma's for a long moment. "Do... do you want to change your mind?"

Genma shook his head. "No. No, I don't."

Kotetsu found himself breathing a little easier. "Okay, then. Let's go home."

"So, we're supposed to meet them for dinner, but..." Genma said.

Kotetsu shook his head. "It's fine," he said as he turned toward their apartment.

They walked in silence the short distance to the building. Once inside, Kotetsu sighed. "I need a shower before we go out tonight, want to get in with me?" He didn't want to be alone, didn't want to give his mind a chance to replay the fight with Zumo. He didn't want to hear his friends words over and over in his head and he knew he would.

Genma nodded, needing to be close for his own reasons. "Yeah, I'd like that."

When they stepped under the spray, Kotetsu took his time running the washcloth over his lover's body. He peppered the touches with long, slow kisses, dropped bites over the other man's neck, leaving marks, and eventually gave up the pretense of washing altogether. Their mouths met in hunger, their fingertips grazed skin in want, their bodies rocked together in need.

"Need you, Gen," Kotetsu whispered when they surfaced briefly for air.

"Mmm. Need you, too, Tetsu," he murmured. He snatched up the conditioner and pushed it at the other man. "Now, please."

Kotetsu didn't hesitate. He needed to get lost in this man's body, needed to feel the way Genma could make him feel - that there was no one and nothing in the world but the taller man. Their lips met again while he opened the bottle and poured the conditioner over his fingers.

And as the kiss deepened, the need flared hotter, the want burned more and Kotetsu couldn't wait. Genma was in as much of a hurry and only a moment later, the shorter man was buried in his lover. He paused, though, wanting to slow it just a little, not wanting it over too soon. He dropped light kisses across Genma's back, his arms wrapped around his lover's waist.

"Mmm. God, Tetsu," Gen moaned, rolling his hips in small movements. Not enough to do much, just enough to tease, to make it harder on Tetsu to hold back. Kotetsu bit down on the other man's neck in response then and started moving.

And despite the want for it to last, despite the need to ignore the things in their heads and put the thoughts off, it still didn't last long. As happened so often between them, the feel of the other's body was just too much. Genma braced himself against the tile, his head dropping as his body was overwhelmed with sensation. "Nnngh, Tetsu... fuck..." he moaned when the chuunin's hand wrapped around his hard cock and started stroking.

"Yeah, Gen..." Kotetsu's hips moved faster, he pumped harder, knowing exactly how this man liked it, knowing exactly what his lover needed. Their groans and grunts got louder, both men flying toward their climaxes. "Oh fuck, Gen... close..." he managed through the storm of pleasure.

"Mmm. Yes... Come, Tetsu, please..." he moaned, matching his lover's thrusts. Tetsu's hand tightened on his cock, the younger man bit down on his neck, the sounds against his skin got louder and he lost it, his orgasm crashing through him. "OH FUCK!" He shouted to the tile as he emptied himself onto the wall in front of him, pumping into the hand around him as he rode out his climax.

Genma's voice was all it took to send Kotetsu over the edge, too. He let his own shout out, muffled by the other man's neck, as he filled his lover with his seed. The muscles clamped down on him, drawing out his orgasm, pulling another string of sounds from his throat.

They were barely standing when it was over, both going limp at the same time. It was only by virtue of a bit of chakra that kept Gen on his feet and, by extension Tetsu. They finally stood up a few moments later, spurred on by the quickly cooling water. After exchanging another soft kiss, they forced themselves to finish their shower quickly lest they end up in truly cold water.

When Kotetsu stood in front of the closet to get his clothes for the evening, he was surprised to realize how much of his clothing had already ended up there. He grabbed a pair of simple pants and the button-down shirt that Genma liked on him and headed to the dresser.

When he pulled out the things he needed from his drawer, his eye caught a gleam in the bowl on top that he kept his pocket things in. There, mixed in with the change and his keys was the ring Izumo had put on his finger during their mock proposal. He stared at it a moment, thinking he really should get rid of it.

He turned away and started to get dressed, instead.

Genma came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, still naked and Kotetsu reminded himself of the man he was already attached to and in love with. He finished buttoning his shirt and moved up behind the other man, wrapping his arms around Gen's waist as the taller man was fastening his pants. Kotetsu dropped a kiss on the mark he'd left on Genma's neck.

"If you don't stop that, we'll never get to dinner," Genma warned.

Tetsu chuckled. "That would be such a terrible thing."

Genma laughed. "I'm hungry. You can have me again later."

"I'm not sure I want to wait all night," he murmured, nipping at the skin on Genma's shoulder, his hand sliding down his lover's stomach to rub over the hardening lump in the dark pants.

Gen laughed. "We'll be at the Kunai for a while. I'm sure we can get away long enough, there."

Kotetsu grinned. "Have I mentioned tonight that I love you?"

His lover's face split into a matching smile. "Yeah. Love you, too. Now let me get dressed. And make sure you have... everything."

Kotetsu laughed, dropping a smack on Gen's ass, then heading in to fix his spikes and finish getting ready for the evening.

Izumo glared into his closet, trying, not for the first time, to figure out why it should matter so much what he wore. He was pissed that he'd forgotten to do laundry, and yanked out the first thing that he grabbed. Unfortunately for him, it was the shirt Tetsu complimented him on all the time.

He growled at himself for it, then, knowing that the anger was just displaced. He was mad at himself over letting slip what he had to Kotetsu. He sighed and turned to dress.

"Everything okay, baby?" Raidou asked, coming up behind him.

He looked up at his lover. "Yeah, was just annoyed that I haven't done laundry yet."

"We can do some tomorrow," Raidou dropped a kiss on him, the tone of voice saying he knew that wasn't really it, but that he wasn't going to push.

Izumo frowned. "How do you manage to do that?"

Raidou raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"You always manage to make it sound like you know that there's more wrong than I'm saying and make me feel like I have to tell you," Izumo grumbled.

Raidou chuckled. "You don't have to tell me, babe. I'll listen if you want to talk, but don't feel like you have to."

Izumo fiddled with the button on his shirt for a moment, considering his lover through his hair. He turned away to the dresser to get his hairbrush. "I said something stupid to Kotetsu."

"Ah," Raidou said, a world of understanding in the one syllable.

Izumo sighed and pulled the brush through the long brown strands. He didn't elaborate on the 'something stupid.' Instead, he said, "He's moving in with Genma."

Raidou blinked at his lover. "Moving in? As in... they're going to be living together?"

Izumo nodded. "Really, they pretty much are now. He's got most of his clothes over there already, toothbrush, shaving stuff... you know."

Raidou did, in fact, know because it had hit him that evening as he was getting ready for dinner that many of those things of his had made their way to Izumo's bathroom. His own clothes took up nearly half of Izumo's closet. He'd, basically, moved in without either of them looking. "Yeah, I do," he said belatedly.

He pulled his own shirt on and stepped up behind Izumo, looking at his lover through the mirror. He noted the pensive, confused expression on the smaller man's face. Izumo stopped brushing a moment and their eyes met in the reflection. Raidou took the hairbrush from him and continued to pull it through his hair. "Do you still want to be with me?" Raidou asked in a soft voice.

Izumo swallowed, staring at the man he'd been wanting for so long. His eyes traced the scarred face and knew that, when he thought about it, he was, in fact, very much in love with the taller man. If he asked himself if he still did, he knew that, yes, he wanted this man. The weeks they'd been together had only strengthened that. He sighed. "Yes, I do. I love you, Rai, that hasn't changed."

Raidou nodded, but didn't say anything right away.

Izumo stared at him. "Do you still...?" he started but Raidou interrupted him him.

"Yes," he said, firmly, setting the brush down. "I want you, baby." He nuzzled the smaller man's ear. "I love you," he said into it.

Izumo closed his eyes, letting the words settle into him. He wrapped his arms around his lover's, leaning back into the other man a moment. He took a deep breath. "Would you... will you..." he paused, though he wasn't sure why he hesitated, why it was so hard to ask.

Raidou's eyes traced the face of his lover and waited, knowing that Izumo would get it out in his own time. He turned and dropped light kisses over the sensitive skin of the younger man's neck.

"Do you want to make it official?" Izumo finally asked.

"Official?" Raidou raised an eyebrow and met the single brown eye again. He knew what his lover was asking, but wanted it completely clear.

"Living together," Izumo said, swallowing.

Raidou smiled, another of those rare, wide ones. "Yes, I do."

Izumo's smile wasn't quite as steady or wide, but it was there and Raidou felt the breath of relief that shuddered through the smaller body. Raidou turned Izumo around and captured his lips, dragging a low moan from him at the intensity of the kiss. Big hands slid around Izumo's waist, pulling him in closer to the equally large body. They moved down to cup his ass and another, louder sound was released, Izumo rocking into his lover.

"Want you," he moaned, their cocks rubbing through the layer of clothes. Raidou pulled him in tighter, capturing his lips in another heated kiss, bodies pressing close, hands moving everywhere, arousing each other insanely.

When he pulled back a moment later, his own breathing was ragged. "Want you too, but we don't have time."

Izumo groaned. "Make 'em wait. Don't care. Need you now." His hand dove between them and he gripped his lover's erection through the pants, rubbing his palm over it. Another loud moan was loosed by a throat decorated with scarred skin.

Raidou glanced at the clock again and lifted his lover, pushing him onto the edge of the dresser. He fumbled with the button on the other man's pants, finally opening it and yanking the zipper down. After one more quick, hard kiss, he pulled Izumo's hard length from out and swallowed it in one quick move. "OH FUCK, RAI!" Izumo shouted, hands going to the short brown hair.

Raidou worked him with that talented mouth, tongue traveling over hard flesh, lips sealing for a good, hard suck. His pants were pulled further, and his cock was released from the warm mouth to lift him and tug the fabric down even more. He was pushed back against the mirror again, and his ass was dragged to the edge of the dresser.

Raidou fumbled with his own button and a moment later, his own insanely hard cock was free. He leaned just far enough to snatch the bottle off the corner of the dresser, then two thick, slicked-up fingers were pushed into the smaller man's body. Izumo let out a series of loud sounds as he worked the smaller man with those fingers.

Raidou himself was getting damned near desperate between the noises Izumo was making and the feel of his lover. So, when Izumo moaned out a "Don't fucking play, just fuck me," he gave up and pushed himself into the tight passage that was his lover's incredible body.

He let out his own loud moan at that, the feel of the other man so incredibly good. "God, Zumo...." he groaned as he started moving. He lifted Izumo's legs and pushed them over his shoulders, pumping hard and fast into his lover.

Izumo tried to push his hand in to wrap it around his cock, but the tight angle wouldn't allow it. Raidou caught the movement and managed to get under one leg and around Izumo's pants, taking the hard flesh into his hand. A loud, low groan came from Izumo's throat as his lover's hand started stroking him, sending him quickly toward the edge.

He threw his hand out to brace himself, catching a basket on the dresser and spilling its contents across the smooth surface. The gleam of metal caught his eye and his gaze landed on the ring Kotetsu had given him during their pretend engagement. The thought morphed into a memory of their time by the river and he heard in his mind his best friend's voice calling his name as had happened during the other man's orgasm.

And it sent him over the edge. He managed, just barely, to focus on his own boyfriend and "Oh God, Rai..." came out as he spilled over the man's fist.

A few seconds later, Raidou shouted Izumo's name and thrust into his lover hard, burying his cock balls-deep. He emptied himself into the smaller man as his climax fried his nerves, snaked through his body and nearly left him senseless.

He slumped forward, bracing himself on the mirror as he tried to find his wits. Both of them concentrated on simply forcing air into their lungs. It took him a moment, but Raidou finally found enough brain capacity to pull back and ease himself from his lover's body. Izumo's legs fell and Raidou leaned forward, capturing the smaller man's lips in a thorough, very possessive kiss. "I love you," he whispered.

Izumo closed his eyes, trying desperately to forget what he'd thought about. Trying so hard to shove thoughts of his best friend away. "I love you, too," he managed, grateful that he was still having trouble breathing so that he could mask his hesitation, confusion and fears. He almost frantically grasped Raidou's shirt, pulling him close. He buried his face in the scarred neck, swallowing hard. "I love you," he repeated, kissing the other man.

Raidou's arms came around him and held him tighter. "It's okay, baby, I know you do. I know," Rai assured him, hands rubbing in gentle circles over his back.

They stayed like that for another few minutes, then in silence, they cleaned up, put themselves back together and finished getting ready. Izumo straightened up the mess he'd made from the basket, pausing for a moment to stare at the ring again. He thought about throwing it away, into the garbage or something, knew he should. But it got dropped back into the basket instead, then he picked up his keys and went to join Radiou by the door.
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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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