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Illusion and Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dinner was awkward and downright silent for quite a while. The four of them used their mostly non-verbal communication to decide on the barbecue restaurant and all of them were quite grateful for the fact that it was plenty noisy, thanks to it being Friday night. This, of course, gave them the excuse to not talk too much, which they all took advantage of for a while.

In fact, Genma was beginning to wonder if they should simply give up for the night and try again when the tension between Kotetsu and Izumo wasn't quite as bad. He watched the looks pass between the two of them, watched Raidou watch them and knew that if they were lucky, they'd get through the evening without damaging their friendships further.

And he wondered, not for the first time, if he and Tetsu were doing the right thing.

But the concept of not having Tetsu anymore was unfathomable. There were no two ways about it. However, the fact was that Tetsu and Zumo loved each other and despite the promises that his lover had made to him, despite the feelings Tetsu did have for him, Genma was starting to think that maybe it wasn't right for him to hold on to the spiky-haired man, regardless of what his own feelings were. He swallowed hard at the thought, looking over at his lover and trying not to think about what it would mean for him.

Then again, there was still the fact that, despite what Izumo said, he hadn't exactly left Raidou, either. So even if he could let go of Kotetsu, it didn't mean Tetsu would get Izumo, anyway. He stared into his sake bottle, trying to figure out how things had managed to get so fucked up. How had it gotten to this point? His arm unconsciously tightened at the thought and he felt Tetsu squeeze his leg in response. The minor reassurance helped calm him a little bit and he looked up again at the others at the table, his eyes settling on the shorter brunet.

Izumo was wondering the same thing. How had their friendships gotten so complicated and messy? Was this the best idea -- going out together when things were so confusing? He was seriously fighting hard against the urge to forget the whole night, go home and hide in bed with Raidou.

Because he couldn't keep his eyes off of his best friend. Those gorgeous slanted eyes, the sexy mouth, set in a slight frown right now as the other man stared at him. Tetsu was wearing one of the shirts Izumo loved to see him in, made of a fabric in a deep red that clung to all the right places and showed off just how built the man was. He hadn't been able to stop himself from watching that ass move when they walked into the restaurant, either, wrapped up in the black pants the other man was wearing.

He tightened his hand in Raidou's and tried not to think about the hand that was on top of the table gripping a sake bottle and just how that hand felt on his body. He tried not to think about what those lips felt like on his skin, tried not to remember the look in those sexy, slanted eyes when the man had been under him, inside him.

All of those thoughts only reminded him of the ring in the basket on his dresser at home. It only brought back the four words he'd shouted to his best friend back in the mission office, and the whole damned thing kept playing over and over again in his mind like a bad home movie on a repeat loop.

With effort, he focused instead on his best friend's... partner. It still felt weird to say -- or, in this case think, that. He and Genma were living together, partners and, from all appearances, staying that way. Genma's arm was around Kotetsu, Tetsu's hand firmly on one of Genma's legs under the table.

The attempt to think about something else, however, wasn't really helping. Because if he was going to be honest with himself, thoughts of his best friend's partner caused a whole new set of problems. It was no wonder that Tetsu thought Genma was hot. The fact that the snug navy pants he was wearing showed off an ass just begging to be played with or the fact that the blue button-down shirt he wore did nothing but emphasize just how built the assassin was. And Izumo would be lying if he didn't admit that he agreed with his best friend. He wondered, briefly, why he couldn't seem to ignore his sexual urges much lately, but gave up on that pretty quickly. He was surrounded by sex, by sexy men. So, it was no real surprise, if he thought about it.

No, he definitely couldn't ignore the tall, lean man across from him.

Until, of course, his eyes got to the man's neck and the string of bruises that had permanent residence there. Kotetsu's mark of possession. He skipped those, his mind shying away from the reminder and his eyes trailed over the handsome face to find those sexy hazel eyes focused on him.

They stared at each other and Izumo wondered at the look the other man was giving him. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought there was... heat there, want, even. But Genma was firmly attached and very much in love with Kotetsu. He'd seen it, couldn't have missed it if he'd been blind. No matter how much he might have wanted to.

Izumo reminded himself that Genma had been a firm playboy, just like Tetsu, up until a few weeks ago when they'd discovered each other. That kind of thing might cool off, but it wasn't going to go away completely, at least not right away and, really, maybe never. Some things never really do.

So maybe it was no surprise that Gen was looking at him like that. He hadn't realized that the taller man might have thought he was hot, too. Not that it mattered, there was enough of a mess among the four of them without bringing that into it, too.

He finally tore his eyes away when the waitress came back to set the meat up on their grill. After setting plates, rice and vegetables out on the table, she verified that they didn't need anything, then left. Silence, except for the babble of other patrons and the sizzle of the meat descended once more at the table.

Kotetsu was too busy trying to figure his best friend out to come up with something to talk about. Izumo had been staring at him for most of the time since they'd been there. He'd watched the emotions pass over his friend's face, shifting too quickly for Kotetsu to figure out what all they were.

Until the brown eye had moved to his partner. That had cause an interesting bit of red of Izumo's cheeks as he'd looked over Genma. Kotetsu saw the brown eye blink once during it's trip up Gen's body and Tetsu had a feeling he knew what had caused the stutter. But he had no idea what to do with it. If what Izumo said was true - and his friend did, in fact, love him, then he could understand why the bruises that Genma so proudly showed would bother Izumo.

But then again, Raidou had his arm firmly around Izumo, pulled tightly against the bigger man and Izumo seemed very happy in his position. Kotetsu had watched Izumo settle in to Raidou's side, watched him glance up with a look on his face that couldn't be mistaken.

So... was Izumo as conflicted then, as he was?

Kotetsu glanced at Genma, saw him watching Izumo and puzzled over it a moment. Then he recognized the look in his partner's eye as it moved over Izumo. Geez, they were a mess. His own partner was attracted to his best friend, too.

Kotetsu took a moment to glance at Raidou, the man both his partner and his best friend were in love with. For all of his annoyances with the big man, for all of his jealousy, he could admit he thought the man was attractive. But that didn't help things, didn't help clear anything up, only made the whole thing messier. He shook his head at it all and wondered, not for the first time, how they'd gotten into the mess.

Raidou had ceased trying to figure that out. As he took in the pensive expressions, the wandering eyes, the sighs and frowns, he was busier wondering how to get out of it. How they got into it didn't really matter anymore. As far as he was concerned, it mattered that they were there and needed to figure it out.

But there was no wisdom in the sake bottle, no clear indications of what to do in the flames of the grill, so he did a bit of his own looking. He knew Izumo loved him, he'd seen the look on the younger man's face often enough to not question that. He knew that Genma and Kotetsu were in love, having seen the same thing on both of them.

He wondered, not for the first time, if there wasn't more from Genma's direction than friendship. He'd finally admitted to himself that his own feelings for his best friend had never been put away. Which, of course, caused him no small amount of confusion. He loved his partner - every time he looked at Izumo, he was reminded of it. But he knew the things he felt for Gen were just as real.

After that... time... in the cave with him, things had been awkward -- more than he would have liked and he knew he wasn't the only cause of it. It made him wonder if Genma wasn't also fighting with his feelings. Something was between them, he knew that. But he couldn't quite work out what.

And he watched the bit of Genma's old playboy surface as the hazel eyes moved over his own partner. He knew Izumo was sexy, he had enough trouble keeping his own hands and eyes off the smaller man. So, he wasn't really surprised to see Gen's wandering eye.

He had a feeling he knew what was on Kotetsu's mind, too, when the sexy slanted eyes moved over Izumo. Because he recognized some of what he'd seen in the mirror himself.

And what was, undoubtedly, showing on his own face as he looked, now, over the lean, compact sexy body of the spiky-haired chuunin. He sighed, his own frustrations leaking through at himself.

One really fucking big mess. And, as far as Raidou could tell, no way to work it out.

"So, Tetsu tells me that Tsunade hasn't made any more mention of your mission or sending you out again. Has she said anything to you, Zumo?" Genma asked, trying desperately to force some sort of normalcy into their dinner.

Izumo took a deep breath and pulled himself into the conversation with effort. "Not to me, though I did catch her looking at me funny the other day when I was trying to get her to sign some paperwork. She seemed exasperated about something with me." He shook his head. "I don't know."

"I still think she ought to send you guys out more," Raidou said. "After the way you handled the nin on that last mission..." he shook his head.

Kotetsu shrugged his shoulder, glancing at his friend. "I'm... not sure I want to find myself on long away missions right now." His eyes darted up to his boyfriend, then back to his food. What he didn't say was that he didn't want to find himself alone with Izumo for that long.

Izumo nodded. "Yeah, the few decent missions we're getting in for chuunin are all long-term ones. We sent a team out yesterday that's going to be gone for well over a month. I rather like being able to go home, thanks."

This was answered with chuckles around the table and tension eased a bit. "Yeah, hot showers and soft beds, right?" Genma asked, getting more laughs at that.

"God, yes. I hate bathing in the rivers." Izumo shuddered.

"And I'm not overly fond of sleeping on the ground," Kotetsu added.

Genma laughed, pointing at Izumo. "I'm with you there. I hate not being able to shower."

Raidou chuckled. "It seems I side more with Tetsu here. I'd be perfectly happy if I never had to sleep on the ground again."

Kotetsu grinned over at him. "Here, here." He held up his sake bottle and he and Raidou clinked them together.

They managed to keep dinner light from there, laughing about the other jounin or bemoaning the crap missions they were getting. Izumo and Kotetsu told more stories of their insane boss and the things she makes them do for her or the hilarious way Shizune manages her.

So before they realized it, dinner was done and they were on their way to the Kunai. Genma and Izumo were walking in front, talking about traps and jutsus and Kotetsu and Raidou followed, their own conversation flowing over weaponry and fighting styles.

The Kunai was, as usual, packed, but as they made their way through the smoky interior of the bar, they found a small, round table empty just as they approached. They took up spots around the table and put in orders for sake.

But the change in venue and subsequent return to the couples holding hands brought a bit of the awkwardness back. Izumo and Raidou, round table or not, had moved their chairs close to each other, as had Genma and Kotetsu and, as such, the division between the couples had grown again. Izumo frowned over at his best friend when Kotetsu and Genma paused to share a kiss. The stab of jealousy and pain that came from the vision was very unwelcome and succeeded in reminding Izumo of his confused emotions.

As a result of all of this, the silence and discomfort descended once more among the friends. The waitress brought their drinks and they sipped them without speaking until they found themselves with a visitor.

"Who died?" Aoba asked in his typical abrasive manner.

The four friends glanced around at each other. "No one, Yamashiro. And don't you have someone else to harass?"

Aoba sighed. "Look, I apologized to the chuunin," he grumbled and Kotetsu just looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Another long-suffering sigh and he turned his attention to Genma. "I'm sorry, Genma." Turning his eyes back to Kotetsu, he asked, "Better?"

Kotetsu considered him a moment. "Yeah. And, no, no one died."

"Then why does it feel like a funeral?" Aoba asked with an eyebrow raised. None of the friends answered him, just glanced at each other again. "Ohhhh," Aoba said, "I get it."

Izumo blinked up at him. "What, exactly, do you get?"

"Jealousy." Aoba said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Jealousy?" Raidou asked.

Aoba nodded. "Yup. You're all jealous of each other." He shook his head at the responding snorts. "Really, you guys are pretty thick."

Genma rolled his eyes. "We're thick?" Genma repeated.

Aoba nodded. "Yup. Can't see what's in front of your face."

Raidou raised an eyebrow at him. "You mean besides an asshole with a know-it-all complex?"

Aoba snorted. "Call me what you will, but I get it and you don't. You know, there's a simple solution to all of this."

"All of what?" Kotetsu asked.

But Aoba ignored that question and waited. "Okay, I'll bite. What's the solution?" Raidou asked.

"Fuck each other," Aoba answered with an almost gleeful look on his face.

All four of the friends sighed and closed their eyes. "Really, Yamashiro? That's your solution?" Genma asked.

"Sure." Aoba shrugged a shoulder as if it was obvious.

Izumo shook his head. "Not everything can be solved with sex," Izumo said, blinking at him. "And is there a bet on this or something?"

"If there was, I wouldn't tell you. But that's not the point. The fact is, you're all just frustrated. You want to fuck each other and no one will make the first move."

"Maybe - and I know this might be hard for you to get through your thick head, Yamashiro - but maybe it's not about sex," Kotetsu suggested.

Aoba laughed, but the look he got from them managed to give him the impetus to get himself under control and swallow the first comment he was going to make. "Right. Sure. Look, it's not like the four of you have never fucked around. At worst it sucks and you can keep being miserable." He shrugged again, pushed his sunglasses onto his nose more firmly and grinned even wider. "Look, next round's on me. I'm really not trying to piss you guys off. I do want to help. The mission office has been miserable for weeks."

They glanced at each other again and Izumo's and Kotetsu's eyes met. Yeah, they knew exactly why the mission office had been miserable.

"If it works, you can buy me a couple of drinks next time. If it doesn't, accept the round I buy you in apology. And you can send me to Snow for my next mission," he added the last to Kotetsu. "Either way..." he trailed off with a single shoulder shrug. "Think about it," he said, throwing a wave at them as he walked away.

If the silence had been uncomfortable before Aoba had shown up, it was downright painful now. None of them could seem to look at each other, their gazes instead fixed on the table in front of them. The fact of their attractions to each other had been something they could deal with - even if they were dealing badly, they were dealing - when it was still something private to themselves. Having it laid out in the open like that, however, was like shouting your most secret fear from the top of Hokage mountain with a loudspeaker.

Thankfully, Kiba chose that moment to start his show and the music volume went up with it. There were the typical introductory comments, the public service message about cleaning up after themselves and then the heavy beats pounded through the speakers.

Genma dug down and called up the playboy that was still in him, forcing the discomfort to the back of his mind to deal with later. He leaned in to Kotetsu's ear. "Love you," he said, dropping a kiss on the other man's ear. Kotetsu returned the kiss and sentiment then watched as Gen got up and went around the table, stopping in front of Izumo. "Dance?" He asked, knowing the noise was too much for anything more complicated.

Izumo gave him a start of surprise then glanced over at Raidou. Rai nodded, dropped a kiss on his cheek and he turned back to Genma standing up. He walked ahead of the assassin to the dance floor and was a little surprised again when he felt the taller man's hands on his hips the second they hit the platform and then that sexy body against his back. They started moving to the music and Izumo found himself yet again impressed by the taller man's moves.

Only a minute or so after they got out there and started dancing, Tetsu and Rai showed up. The two of them started out just like Zumo and Gen did, Rai's hands on Tetsu's hips, their bodies moving together.

It didn't take long for the dance floor to get crowded. The heat rose, the bodies pressed closer and before they knew it, they were tight up against each other. Izumo exchanged an amused glance with Genma when he saw Raidou's hand slide down over Tetsu's ass. They were grinding together with less then a millimeter of space between them.

Of course, Genma and Izumo couldn't really cast stones. They were just as close, grinding just as much and both of them had a hand on each other's asses. Izumo was grateful for the crowd and heat because then the flush on his face could be explained away by any number of things. Of course, Gen couldn't miss just how hard his cock was from their bodies rubbing up against each other, but then again, his dance partner was just as aroused as he was.

If he was the kind to fuck in the back hall, Izumo would have seriously considered taking Genma back there. As it was, he was just getting more frustrated as the evening wore on. He turned around, hoping that by not actually grinding his cock against the other man, he could calm down a little. But he could still feel Genma against his ass very well and that wasn't really any better.

They paused to head back to the bar for a drink and downed Aoba's round pretty quickly. They took another couple of minutes to catch their breath, getting another round, as none of them wanted to be able to think too much. When they'd finished their drinks, they headed back out. The music shifted, they switched partners for a bit and Izumo found himself dancing with Kotetsu. If it had been hard to calm down when rubbing against Genma's body, it was damned near impossible to be up against Kotetsu.

Tetsu's body felt so good up against his own. They moved together so well and he was reminded briefly of their fight against the rogue nin, of how they had always been aware of each other, always just barely avoided touching. That same awareness worked for them there, too. They didn't grind quite the same, but that was almost more intense. Because they were so, so close, yet still not touching.

But the alcohol was working through them and while they weren't drunk by a long shot, their inhibitions were quite a bit lower than normal. Their hands started roaming over each other, bodies moving just that tiny bit closer. And then the crowd shifted, things got tighter and Izumo felt Genma up against his back. He glanced up to see Raidou in the same position against Kotetsu.

And any hope of controlling his reactions went out the window. Genma was as aroused as he was, the taller man's cock pressing into the seam of his pants, right along his crack. Kotetsu's erection was rubbing along his own through their clothes. There were hands on his hips, a mouth on his neck, one leg wedged between his and so he was firmly pinned between the two men.

He reached one hand behind him for Genma's hip, the other went over Rai's where it rested on Tetsu's hip and he and gave in, nipping at the neck in front of him - Kotetsu's neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his best friend. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Raidou on the other side of Kotetsu adding his own nips and bites. He felt, rather than heard, the groan from Kotetsu when they did.

He had no idea how long they were like that, didn't pay attention to the change in the music or anything. He didn't think it could have been too much longer, but he couldn't be sure, either. Because too long and he might just have lost it right there on the dance floor. Just as he was about to do something - drag one of them into the back hall anyway, go out for air, something, he was saved.

"Maybe Aoba's right," he heard in his ear. It took him a second to register that it was Genma's voice saying that.

He turned his head and looked up into the hazel eyes, raising his eyebrows. "I want you," he said, leaning down to Izumo's ear again. "And if I'm reading my best friend right, he's definitely interested in Tetsu."

Izumo looked back over at his own boyfriend and he knew the look in the bigger man's eye. He could read the body language very well. Oh yeah, no mistaking that. And with the hand Kotetsu had back on Raidou's hip, the way his head was turned just enough back toward the taller man, it was obvious that Tetsu was thinking something similar.

And he couldn't exactly say he didn't want either of the two men up against him, either. Genma was still grinding up against him, still as aroused as he, himself was, he was sure, if the lump along his ass was anything to go by. He looked back up at Genma. He reached up a hand and pulled the taller man's ear closer. "Maybe he is right." He said against the ear, "I want you, too and I'm pretty sure my best friend's thinking something similar."

"Let's get out of here, then. Aoba being right is bad enough, him seeing it is something else."

Izumo snorted, then turned back to his friend. He leaned in to Tetsu's ear, knowing that there was no room for hand signals and body language there on the dance floor. He gave in to the urge and nipped at the ear before speaking. "Gen says Rai wants you, thinks maybe we should take Aoba's advice."

He felt another groan at the nip, then Tetsu pulled back, raising an eyebrow at him, looking him over. Kotetsu's eyes darted up to look over his shoulder at Genma, then came back to him and he leaned back in. "I... want Rai, too. And I think Gen's right." He turned and said something into Raidou's ear. The bigger man looked up, caught Izumo's eye. There was a question in them and Izumo nodded at it, then Raidou nodded, too.

It took them a couple of minutes to work their way off of the dance floor, but they finally managed it. None of them saw the smirk on Aoba's face when they headed for the door and out into the warm Summer night.
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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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