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Firsts
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Chapter List
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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, real warnings for this chapter: masturbation, anal, oral, voyerism, exhibitionism.
Please also note that this story (Courting Fantasy) is focused heavily on the original character, Kenji. Izumo and Kotetsu show up, but they are much more minor.

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Courting Fantasy, Part 1

Kenji kicked the door closed then ambled into the main part of the room. He tossed the key onto the small wooden bedside table then dropped his pack onto a chair. With a grunt, he landed on the end of the bed, heaved a sigh and looked around his ‘home’ for the next two days.
The room wasn’t the nicest he’d ever been in, but if the stories some of the guys in his unit told were true, it was a damn sight better than what he could have ended up with. The Hamilton Hotel wasn’t the best in the section of Seoul they were in, but it was clean, the beds were bug-free and he had his own bathroom. That was enough for him.
The bed he had was pretty big, actually. He’d paid extra for it and six months after landing in Seoul, he still hadn’t figured out the exchange rate very well. He’d given up trying and did his best to just not look like a complete fool when paying for things. But he didn’t really mind paying for the bigger bed or the hotel that had room service, his own bathroom and cable television - complete with video cassette player. No, he was just glad to be off post.
He wasn’t even far from the post itself. Half a dozen blocks west and he’d be right back there, but he wanted a break from shared rooms, showers, toilets and, well, everything. He was fairly lucky, he only had three others in his apartment with the single, shared bathroom, but that was enough. Since all four of them were usually in the apartment at the same time, he rarely got time alone for anything. And since the walls were thin and doors thinner, privacy was a joke. He knew quite well, because he’d heard two of his roommates and their ‘girlfriends’ on more than one occasion.
Shoving that particular unpleasant memory to the back of his mind, he bent down and unlaced his combat boots, breathing another sigh, this one of relief. They were extremely comfortable – they had to be, but he was tired of wearing them. He hadn’t seen civilian clothes since he’d been home last and he briefly wondered if he was looking more forward to the time alone, the ability to get stone drunk or simply being out of uniform for forty-eight hours.
As soon as the question surfaced in his mind, though, he knew the answer. He wanted the time alone. He hadn’t had a chance to think much about Izumo and Kotetsu since he’d been shipped out. He had a few specific letters from Izumo to reread, a sealed envelope to open from Kotetsu, a recording from the both of them to listen to and a mysterious tape they’d added into the package with the audio tape that had express instructions that he was not to watch it anywhere near another human being.
He strongly suspected he knew what was on the tape and he’d been dying for the opportunity to watch it. He had no idea how they’d managed it, but he didn’t much care, he was too happy to have it. He stripped down to his t-shirt and uniform pants, then dialed the front desk. After a few stilted attempts at understanding her broken English and his broken Korean, he managed put in an order for tea, bottled water and, surprisingly, the ham and cheese sandwich they had available. He’d have the more exotic food tomorrow, but he wanted simple and quick so he could get on with his plans for the evening.
He dug out the letters and his cassette player and tossed them on the bed. He hadn’t wanted to listen to this particular part of the tape Izumo had sent yet. Most of it was just a collection of music the two of them had put together for him, but there was a section on the last part of the flip side that Izumo had introduced by saying he should listen to alone. He suspected he knew what his boyfriend had done and didn’t want to risk the others getting a good idea of what it was, too, since he had no doubt he’d react to it. And he wasn’t about to let them listen to it, when they demanded - and they probably would. His roommates didn’t know that his lover was a man and he wanted to keep it that way.
He hadn’t seen anything yet that would make him think that the army would kick him out or cause him major trouble for his orientation. But likewise, they also didn’t go out of their way to list same-sex partners as being welcome in family housing or anything, either. But just because it wasn’t necessarily a published policy shouted from the rooftops didn’t mean it didn’t exist. So, he’d kept his preferences to himself.
He was in the process of putting his shaving kit in the bathroom when the knock came. He took the food, tipped the server and attempted to thank the man in Korean. He was fairly certain he failed, based on the amused look on the the man’s face, but the server didn’t actually laugh, either. When the door was closed, Kenji breathed a sigh of relief at being blessedly alone until he decided to change that fact.
He ate the sandwich standing at the window. The traffic down on the wide street was a nightmare, as it was everywhere in Seoul. The sun had already gone down and neon lit up every storefront and building as far as Kenji could see. Most of the signs he couldn’t read, but there were still plenty in English. Itaewon-dong’s proximity to the Army base guaranteed that. The merchants wanted the soldier’s business, so they’d do whatever it took to bring them into their shops.
He finished his food and crumpled the napkin, tossing it into the can. Twisting open the bottled water, he downed half of it before settling in to read. He pulled out the picture he kept with him of the two of them and set it on the table next to him. They were grinning into the camera and he remembered that as soon as they’d finished taking the pictures, he hadn’t been able to resist tasting Izumo again. He smiled at the memory. That kiss had been something else.
Damn, he missed them. Especially Izumo. When he closed his eyes, he could still taste his boyfriend’s lips against his, feel that hard body under him, hear the sound of Izumo calling his name during orgasm, smell the cologne and shampoo that his lover used. And every time he thought about that, he ached.
He’d received the first letter shortly after he’d been shipped out. He’d called Izumo with the address as soon as he’d received his orders - right after he’d returned to the base. He’d had the opportunity for a short phone call and he’d been very grateful for it - and the subsequent "I love you" he got out of it. As a result, he’d also had a letter within a week of landing in Korea.
During that call, Izumo had jokingly told him that there was going to be smut in his next letter. Kenji hadn’t believed it, but the next letter he got had a nice, basic introduction, completely with the normal ‘how goes’ type of questions. Izumo had ended the letter with what would become his typical closing: I love you and miss you so much, baby. Love, Zu. Then he’d opened the sealed inner envelope, started reading the second letter and before he was three paragraphs in, his eyes were crossing and he had to adjust himself, praying that the other guys hadn’t noticed.
He half expected the sheet to spontaneously combust. He couldn’t figure out how Izumo managed to get through writing it without fucking Kotetsu into the bed. Then again, maybe he did, since that part ended rather suddenly. Izumo had since said that he made a point of writing the subsequent letters alone. Kenji had also made a point of reading his letters alone since then. With a chuckle at the memory, he pulled out the sealed envelope from Kotetsu and tore it open.
And his cock went hard almost instantly when he saw what spilled out. There was a collection of six different pictures and Kenji had to take a minute to find his brain again before he picked up the first one. It was his boyfriend, laying back on the bed. His hair was down over one eye as usual, one arm was thrown up over his head. The other... had a thumb hooked around his very hard cock, holding it up for the camera. The look in Izumo’s eye was nothing short of Fuck me now. His legs were spread so Kenji could see his balls and taint and just get a nice glimpse of his asshole, too. Kenji’s cock twitched hard at the vision.
The second picture was even hotter. Izumo was on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, stretched and slicked hole exposed. He was looking over his shoulder with that same come fuck me expression. His balls and taint were begging to be licked and Kenji could just see the drip of something coming off of the tip of Izumo’s cock.
There were two more like it. Another of Izumo on his back, but his legs were up higher, showing off his asshole - stretched and slicked like in the other picture, cock once more held up so Kenji could see it easier. The last one was him sitting up part way, head thrown back, hand around his cock in mid-stroke. Kenji laid the four of them out in front of him, looking from one to the next once more then turned to the last two.
These two were of Kotetsu. They weren’t quite as good as the ones of Izumo, and Kenji guessed that it was because Izumo had taken them. Kotetsu was the undisputed best at photography out of the three of them. In each picture, Kotetsu adopted similar poses to Izumo’s first two: one laid back, legs spread, showing off his cock and the other, bent over in front of the camera, showing his hole, taint and balls, looking over his shoulder.
Kenji took another moment to look over the pictures. His cock was already rock hard and he hadn’t even taken it out of his pants, much less touched it yet. Determined to make this evening last a while, he patently ignored it, then picked up the first of the erotic letters Izumo had written and began to read.
Hello love,
Tetsu says I have to be the one to write this. He says I’m better at it, but that I’m to tell you he’s still here prompting me so I remember to include everything. And so you know he’s thinking about you, too.
We talk about you a lot. We both miss you something awful and sometimes get ourselves turned on just by remembering when you were home. One of Tetsu’s favorite things for me to tell him about is the shower you and I had at Christmas. I don’t tell him about Christmas night or the morning you left, but any of the other times are fair game. And I have to tell him every detail of that shower - from the way I stroked your cock to how you fingered me. He loves hearing the most about how you fucked me so hard, I could barely stand. Sometimes I whisper it into his ear when I’m fucking him and it makes him cum so much harder.
I’m to tell you he wants one of those, too, when you come home next. A shower, that is. He always wants you to fuck him. *grin* I know he misses having your cock inside of him and your hand on his own dick. But what he really misses is those lips of yours. He says you’re better than me at sucking his cock. And, while I can’t exactly evaluate my own skills in the area, I know yours are so fucking good, I can agree with his opinion. God, you make me cum so hard. Fuck, I miss that.
Damn, my cock’s really hard right now, just thinking about it. Tetsu’s on his knees in front of me now, licking me and driving me insane. I keep trying to push him away, remind him that I’m supposed to be writing you a sexy letter. But he says that if I just tell you what he’s doing, it’ll be enough. Oh fuck, he just sucked one of my balls into his mouth. It’s really making writing difficult. Can you imagine it? Or maybe you’d like to remember when I sucked on you or the first time I fucked you. I love how you taste, love licking your cock all over then sucking you until you cum. I loved how your ass felt around my cock.
Kenji noted that the handwriting got a bit shaky here and he grinned, thinking about Tetsu doing his best to make it as challenging as possible on Izumo. He paused to re-read the last couple of sentences and remember that particular night. He’d been nuts until Izumo had calmed and reassured him and then it had been fucking incredible. That was one of the best decisions he’d ever made. They’d had an incredible two weeks after that, switching often. His boyfriend really was good at topping.
He decided it was time he enjoyed the letter a little more -- to give in and start touching. He set the paper aside and stripped the rest of his clothes off, before going back to his duffle to dig out the bottle he’d picked up in the PX before he left the base. He settled back on the bed and opened the cap, drizzling lube on his cock. He wrapped one hand around it, then picked up the letter in the other hand. He stopped to glance at the pictures again and gave one slow stroke as he did. With a deep breath, he went back to reading and worked to keep his hand movements as slow as he possibly could.
Fuck, he’s going to drive me fucking insane. He’s got my whole cock in his mouth now and I keep losing track of what I was going to write. But goddamn, it’s hard to think. Notes... need to make notes next time. Or maybe just write this alone next time... Oh God, there’s a finger. He’s pushing it into me, oh fuck... he’s so good at this. Not... not as good as you, but damn... Oh god, between the memories of your cock inside me and Tetsu sucking me, I’m going to cum soon. Oh fuck, Kenji I wish you were here, wish you were fucking me.
Kenji’s strokes got a little faster. He imagined being the one to suck Izumo’s cock instead of Kotetsu and a groan escaped at the remembered taste. Then his mind supplied the feel of Izumo’s ass and his hand tightened briefly as his strokes sped up. A whispered "fuck" slipped out and his eyes flew open as he hit the edge. He let go of his dick and set the letter down, wanting badly to draw it out. It had been a while since he’d been able to do anything other than a really quick jerk off in the shower, thanks to the lack of privacy on the post and he knew it was going to be hard when he finally came. But he also knew it was likely he’d end up passing out when it was over and he still had the audio tape to listen to and the video to watch.
When he calmed down, he decided to switch gears. He put his headphones on and hit play. "Hi baby. I’m going to assume if you’ve gotten this far, you’re alone. If you’re not, you should be."
Kenji chuckled.
"Are you alone? Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Dammit, Tetsu...." Izumo groaned into the mic and Kenji’s cock twitched. "Wait. I’m not...Nngh... ready yet." There was some rattling that sounded like the tape recorder being moved then Izumo’s voice started again, sounding a little further way. "Now, say hi."
"Hi, Kenji." Kotetsu’s deep voice came over the tiny speakers in his ear and Kenji’s cock jumped again. "We thought you might like having something a little different than the letters Izumo writes." Kotetsu broke off on a groan. "Not fair... fuck, Zumo, we’re recording..." he trailed off and Izumo’s voice was heard again.
"I know, what do you think we’re recording for him? Something for him to stroke that big thick cock to. The one we both like so much." This brought another deep moan from Kotetsu. "Can you imagine it right now, Tetsu? My cock isn’t quite as big, but maybe you can remember his thick one fucking your mouth, instead, like when he was home on leave at Christmas. Or maybe when you had both of us in your ass, like after the movie."
Kenji couldn’t resist wrapping his hand back around his cock at that, remembering vividly the scene Izumo was talking about. His eyes slid closed and he could see it behind his lids. He and Zumo had worked Kotetsu up as much as possible. He’d been so hard and aroused, he’d been damned near insane, nearly begging them to stop. Then they’d both taken him and a very short time later, he’d gone off incredibly hard. It had been one hell of a sight.
"Oh yeah, you remember," Izumo said and chuckled quietly when Kotetsu’s moans got much louder at the reminder. Kenji’s hand moved a little faster, his thumb swiping through the liquid leaking from the head. His own moan went up in volume as he did so. "Can you hear it, Kenji? His moans? He’s remembering how good you fuck him. I’m fucking him now. I have my hard cock sliding into his tight ass."
Izumo continued like that, talking about how slow or fast he was going, and Kenji listened as their breathing got harsher, breaths came in gasps, moans shifting to almost shouts. Izumo described how he was stroking Kotetsu’s cock for him then heard Kotetsu groan out a "fuck, so close..." and he let himself get closer to his own climax. A moment later, Izumo’s voice said something similar and Kenji’s fist was flying over his cock at this point.
But then he heard the telltale signs of them both about to come and as he hit the edge of orgasm again, he forced himself to stop touching, pulling his hand away fast enough for his cock to slap back against his stomach. He gripped the bedspread hard, eyes closing, the images of their faces flashing through his mind when their orgasms hit. They called his name out when they came and Kenji bit his lip at the sound because as worked up as he was, it was almost enough to send him over the edge by itself. A moment later, there were quiet good-byes, another "I love you" from Izumo and the tape ended.
He was panting hard at the denied gratification and when he opened his eyes, he glanced down at his cock. It was hard and red, and it took a lot for him to close his eyes again and wait until he started to calm down a little. He wanted so badly to wrap his hand around his cock again and keep going, pushing himself over the edge.
But at the same time, he didn’t want to, either. If the videotape was what he thought it was, he knew when he wanted to finish and was hoping to time it to close to then. He gave himself another moment for his breathing to be more normal, then picked up the remote control turned on the TV.
It was too loud at first and the jolt helped him refocus for a moment. Once he had the volume at a reasonable level, he took it down a couple of more notches, then turned to his duffel once again. He dug the tape out and pushed it into the video player. As soon as it loaded, he hit "pause" then settled back in on the bed. He added more lube, then coated a finger, as well. Finally ready, he hit the "pause" to start it up again and waited.
It stayed black for a minute and Kenji frowned, hoping that nothing had happened to it. But then the screen lightened and there was a blur of color. He heard some mumbling and then the harsh clicking sounds of a microphone being moved and finally the focus cleared.
And there on the screen was his lover. Izumo had a huge, bright smile, his big, brown eyes were lit up with excitement and Kenji hit pause again on the remote. Despite his arousal, despite what his plans were, he had to take a moment to just take in the face.
And ache filled his chest and he swallowed around a lump that formed. Less than six months had passed since he’d been home, since Christmas and New Year’s and since he’d seen his lover last. But it felt like an age. He had another three months, at least, before he could reasonably expect to request a trip home and even then, he had no guarantee that he’d be able to go.
He took a deep breath, unpaused the video and forced himself to push the thoughts aside. He could mope later. His boyfriend had gone to great lengths to put this stuff together for him and he’d be damned if he’d waste it.
"Hi baby!" Izumo’s voice greeted him. "Tetsu and I thought you might like something a little more... visual than the audio tape or the letters and pictures. So, we rented this camera and, with the help of a guy we know from college, are putting this together for you. Say hi, Aoba!" Kenji heard a deeper voice from off camera say "hi" and he chuckled. He ignored the tiny voice that was jealous of the faceless friend who would get to see his boyfriend naked and instead just tried to enjoy what Izumo had worked so hard to put together for him.
There was some more adjustment of the camera, a muffled conversation between the faceless Aoba and Izumo, then a little more adjustment. Finally, Izumo grinned. "I think that’ll do it. Thanks. Help yourself to the Playstation. We’ll let you know when we’re done."
"Cool," said Aoba’s voice and then Kenji heard the sound of the bedroom door close. The little jealous voice cheered. He silenced it and paid attention to the video.
"Sorry it’s recorded all of this. I know this isn’t very sexy, but we’ll make up for it, I promise!" Izumo said, then stood up on the other side of the bed with Kotetsu. Kenji watched them start to undress each other, lips locking when they could and his cock reminded him of it’s still-hard state. He started stroking as he watched and the pleasure built very quickly.
Fast enough that he had to let go again. Izumo directed Kotetsu onto the bed on his back, then knelt between his legs and started licking at his cock. Kotetsu moaned and Kenji’s cock twitched at the sound and vision. Izumo’s mouth moved down and swallowed Kotetsu and Kenji couldn't resist touching himself again.
Izumo started fisting his own cock, stroking it slowly as he worked Kotetsu over with his mouth. There were plenty of moans and groans that went through Kenji, helping him along, as well. He kept slowing down, letting go, doing what he could to stay with them.
By the time Izumo took Kotetsu’s ass and started fucking him, Kenji was nearly insane. His cock was so hard, his balls so tight, he was beginning to think he wouldn’t make it. Kotetsu and Izumo kept pausing like they were ready to go off and Kenji briefly wished they would. He appreciated how much they were trying to do, but he knew he couldn't last much longer.
But then Izumo started thrusting faster and harder. Kotetsu’s sounds got a lot louder and the stray thought hit Kenji that their mom must have been at work for them to make that much noise that freely. And he was very grateful for it. Kenji hit the edge of orgasm again and let go one more time, his hips rocking as he did so, unable to not do something. He needed, so badly, and he was going more than a little insane.
Izumo shifted and based on the shout Kotetsu let out, Kenji figured he was hitting Kotetsu’s prostate. Kotetsu’s hand started flying over his own cock, his back arched and his toes curled into the bedspread. Kenji groaned at the vision, remembering all too well when he was in Izumo’s place. He slid his other hand along his taint and started playing with his own ass then, hoping that by trying something different, he’d be able to stretch it out a little more, since it didn’t look like Izumo and Kotetsu were going to finish yet.
He slipped a fingertip through his ring of muscle, another groan escaping at the feel, then watched as Izumo pulled out and Kotetsu rolled onto his side. Izumo pushed back in and Kenji focused briefly on the look on Izumo’s face. He remembered that look Christmas night when Izumo had taken him for the first time. His hand moved a little faster, his finger slid in and out, teasing the nerves and he moaned again.
Kotetsu’s hand dove for his own cock and Kenji’s hand unconsciously matched it. They were both flying toward the edge but when Kotetsu went off a few minutes later, coating his own chest, shouting Kenji’s name, Kenji let go, wanting to finish with Izumo. It was damned hard to do, the sound of his name in Kotetsu’s voice was almost enough. He gripped the bedspread again, doing his best to pull back from the edge one more time. He paused the video and took a deep breath, eyes squeezed closed as he floundered for sanity.
When he was sure he wouldn’t go off from the first touch, he took his cock back in his hand, unpaused the video and savored the rest of Kotetsu’s orgasm. They must have saved up for the video, because there was a lot of cum on Kotetsu’s chest. A moment later, Kotetsu let go and dropped his head back, panting hard. "You close?" He asked Izumo, who nodded.
"Yeah. Oh fuck... Kenji... fuck wish I was fucking your ass..." Izumo groaned and Kotetsu grinned. Kenji let his own moan out at the words and his hand moved a little faster. He was getting close again, ready to go off the edge. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off.
But then Izumo pulled out of Kotetsu, knee-walked along the bed and knelt over Tetsu’s face. Kenji watched as he stroked his cock, biting his lip and knew that Izumo was right there. He let himself get close, stopped fighting the impending climax and as Izumo started calling his name, Kenji lost it. He grunted out a FUCK! louder than he should have as the climax hit with the force of a freight train and he unloaded all over his stomach and chest. The orgasm stunned him, was even harder than he expected and it hung on, frying nerves and driving him almost insane as Izumo continued to call his name and cover Kotetsu’s face in cum on the video.
He lay there, panting hard in the aftermath, watching as Izumo licked his cum off of Kotetsu’s face. Then his lover turned to the camera and moved closer. "Thought of you the whole time, baby. Can’t wait to feel you fill my ass again. Love you. Miss you."
"Miss you too!" Kotetsu called from his spot on the bed.
"Bye, baby," Izumo finished, then fumbled with the camera for a moment. A few seconds later, the screen went blank.
Kenji stopped the tape and lay in silence for a long moment. That had been good, damned good. He was still fighting for breath and knew he needed to get up and clean up, but he couldn't bring himself to move just yet. He let the last few words play over in his mind as he regained his ability to breathe normally and he smiled at the thought of doing just what Izumo suggested. His spent cock twitched with interest and he snorted. "Not yet. We’ll go again later... or tomorrow."
He managed to climb out of bed long enough to clean himself off and turn off the lights, then he settled back in between the sheets.
As he did, the size of the bed made itself known and Kenji sighed. He’d thought the extra space to stretch out would be welcome but it just felt... empty. It felt like there should be another body - or two - there. He shifted the pillows around and tried to use them, but of course it didn’t work. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t warm, or solid. It didn’t smell of fruit and spice.
It wasn’t Izumo.
The knot in his chest from earlier came back and tightened. He stared out of the part in the curtains at the few dim stars he could see in the sky and wished all to hell and back that he was looking instead at a pair of big, brown eyes. The knot tightened further and he rolled over and picked up the picture again, the one of the two of them that he was never without. He couldn’t really see it in the dim light, but he didn’t need to. He’d memorized it already, knew exactly what the smiles looked like, how their eyes squinted at the corners from the sun, how there was a strand of long brown hair over Izumo’s forehead and a stray spike drooping over Kotetsu’s left ear. Kenji knew that there was a crumb from the cookie Kotetsu stole on his chin and that Izumo had a spot on the collar of his shirt.
He laid the picture on his chest, covered it with one palm and closed his eyes, determined to just fall asleep. He could - and would - call them in the morning. He could hear Izumo’s voice then, get the words that would help him through another week. He had someone who loved him, which was more than a lot of the guys he knew had. He should be happy.
Instead, he just ached.
He lay in the silent room, the sounds of the Seoul street very far away, just like the man he loved. He pulled the image of Izumo into his mind - that incredible smile, the beautiful dark eye - and focused on trying to fall asleep.
It would end up taking him a very long time.
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