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ANBU, We Have a Problem	By : Hestia Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part III: Kotetsu’s Problem

Another fucking Saturday night! God, they were becoming the worse night of the week, except maybe for Sunday because it had been a Sunday when he’d first met Shu and spent the night with him. But he hurt more on Saturdays because that was always his night to fuck or spend the night talking about fucking. But lately all he did was go home alone and try not to masturbate thinking about Shu.

He hadn’t even wanted to go out tonight. He who had gone out every Saturday night since he was 14 unless he was ill or on a mission. He’d even offered to work late, helping Tsunade with paperwork. But Izumo had told Tsunade his offer was a joke and dragged him off before he could summon the energy to protest that it wasn’t. He was drained, down, and depressed. When Izumo and Kurohyou had shown up at his door later that night, he was still in his uniform, sitting in the dark. They’d barged in, shoved him in the shower, and picked out his clothes. After he was dressed, however, he’d try to beg off again.

Izumo had looked so sad at that, that Kurohyou had actually said something, “Please, Kotetsu, one hour.” It was, he thought, probably the first time Izumo’s man had used his name, and certainly the first time he’d asked him for something. And four words from the Black Panther, well, that was something to celebrate. He put on a fake grin and agreed.

So here he was, sitting with Kurohyou, watching Izumo dancing with Turtle. They were adorable together. Izumo in his hitai-ate, neck covering, a silky black dress shirt, and tight silvery-grey pants was moving, wiggling, and laughing in a way that was positively sinful, and Kotetsu kept checking on Kurohyou to see if he was planning on murdering Turtle. Not that he’d really mind if he did.

Because the sight of Turtle just made him angry with himself. If he hadn’t looked at Turtle at that party that Shu had taken him home from, he wouldn’t have noticed how cute he was, how girly, and he wouldn’t have said to Shu that the first time he’d seen Turtle, he’d thought he was a cute girl he’d like to fuck, or some such crap. God, how he had regretted that!   Because that was the moment that Shu realized he wasn’t pretty, he wasn’t special, he was just a rude, insensitive, stupid guy. And he’d never once heard Shu get off or seen it, he never caused it, although if he got a second chance with Shu, he’d be ready. Fuck, yes, he was ready! He spent these last month finding out he like being bi, liked cock, liked giving head. Oh, god, he was ready to stroke, to suck that cock of Shu’s that got so red and had that ring in the tip! But he never saw Shu anywhere. It seemed like he saw every other guy in ANBU; hell, he’d had passes from at least ten of them, and he taken six, or maybe seven of them up on it. He’d wanted—fuck, why had he thought he’d needed to learn to suck cock, to jack off a guy, before he could face Shu again?

Ah, stupid, he was so stupid, it was really unbelievable! And on the dance floor, Izumo pulled Turtle against him, rubbing his ass against that pert little one of Turtle’s, pressing his face into that short puff of white curls that flew around his pale face. Shocked, Kotetsu looked over at Kurohyou, who wasn’t there. Oh! There he was behind Izumo, pulling him away—and oh, my, god, jerking off his neck covering. Wow! Fuck! Before he knew it, Kotetsu was on the dance floor, gawking at Izumo’s neck.

“Kurohyou’s Iriomote” read the engraving at the center of the black titanium collar around Izumo’s neck. And the hickeys on that neck made it clear just who was the shy, spotted wild cat belonging to the Black Panther. There were black panthers engraved on the collar, too, just in case you were clueless.

“Hey, watch your feet,” said a voice, and Kotetsu looked down into a pair of huge green eyes—Turtle’s eyes. Oh, fuck! Just who he didn’t want to be seen with!

He let himself step on Turtle’s foot again, and then, shouted so as to be heard over the music, “Sorry, I’m no good at this. I’ll go sit down.”

The stupid ninja followed him back to his table, however. He sat there in a shirt the same deep green as his eyes and a pair of insanely tight white pants, smiling at Kotetsu. Oh, fuck! Well, this isn’t good! Kotetsu looked around, trying to see if there was someone he knew, anyone, that he could make an excuse to go over and talk to. And there, out of the corner of his eye, was a flash of red hair.

He was on his feet, his heart in overdrive, in a second. Shu! Oh, god, please let it be Shu! I don’t care if he’s caught me sitting with Turtle! I’ll beg him, I’ll fucking kneel at his feet—

It wasn’t Shu. Just some woman with redhair. Shu’s hair. Fuck.

He sunk into his seat, reached for his drink, and downed it. A waitress brought him another, and he drank that, noting that Kurohyou and Izumo had gone into the bathroom together. He sat in silence with Turtle, drinking slowly, and gradually starting to grin as he realized that Izumo was either getting fucked in the men’s room or was home in his apartment relearning just whom he belonged to. Kotetsu finished his drink and turned to Turtle, saying, “Well, I don’t think they are coming back to the table.”

Turtle grinned and nodded, saying, “Lucky, lucky Izumo.” He really was cute, thought Kotetsu sadly, as well as sort of sweet. Maybe, just maybe, he was nice, too.

“Hey, Turtle, would you give me Shu’s address? I know I was an ass and hurt him, but I got things figured out now, and I want to try again.”

And as he watched, those smiling, big green eyes went icy cold, and the cute little twink across from him seemed suddenly deadly and frightening. But not to Kotetsu—he wasn’t scared of ANBU and their little ice queen acts. Well, actually, he was a wee bit, but he was going to pretend he wasn’t, tell himself he wasn’t, and act like he wasn’t. But fuck, it was annoying! He sighed. Why couldn’t ANBU get over it? Ever since the whole Shu thing, they’d taken delight in showing up and scaring off any woman he was interested in. Actually, any men too, Kotetsu realized, thinking it over. Recently, he’d realized he really didn’t want a woman anymore. It was almost a relief to find that maybe what had him running from woman to woman was that he really preferred men!   He sometimes still made a move on a woman just to make one of the ANBU nins deal with it. Their cock blocking him was a game now, a way of flirting, he’d thought. But now here was Turtle all protective of Shu! Why? Had Shu told them to make sure he wasn’t bothered by Kotetsu?

“Turtle, I’m serious about being interested in Shu, a serious relationship with Shu,” he said. But the little ninja was still looking deadly, making it clear that his being in ANBU wasn’t a mistake. Kotetsu’s head dropped down, dejection filling him. Staring at his lap, Kotetsu said, “I just want to apologize again and ask him out, ask him to give me a chance to prove that I’m not an ass. But I never see him! Please, Turtle, help me!” Kotetsu looked up from staring at his lap, his eyes pleading. “Ah, hell, I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want! I can’t get Shu out of my mind, and I think he’s in my heart, too.”

The chill in Turtle thawed a bit, but he wasn’t the relaxed dancer he’d been just a while ago. “Kotetsu,” said Turtle, “You haven’t heard anything about Shu, have you?”

His heart stopped for a minute. Shu was dead. And then he shook his head, telling himself that no, no that wasn’t true. But was he captured? Injured?

“He’s been hurt?” asked Kotetsu, his voice wavering.

And then the look on Turtle’s face was suddenly clear—pity. Oh, god, he knew what Turtle was going to say, he knew it, but please god, make it not true.

“He’s found someone, Kotetsu. It’s been going on for a while now.”

“It’s serious?”

“Welllll, I don’t really know, but they don’t see anyone else, and they, ah, see each other every day.”

“They see each other every day? It’s someone in his squad, then?” asked Kotetsu, not caring how pathetic his questions sounded.

“Ahhhhh, not exactly,” said Turtle looking frightened.

“Hey, what’s up?” asked two voices at once. And there around the table was Ritsu, who wore the Boar mask when he was in uniform, and Dog, who, of course, wore the dog mask.

“Who is Shu going out with?” demanded Kotetsu.

“Ibiki,” said Dog, making Turtle wince and Ritsu curse.

“Ibiki? Morino Ibiki? Shu is fucking Morino Ibiki?” said Kotetsu in shock.

Dog burst into laughter while Turtle covered his face with his hands. Ritsu just shook his head slowly from side to side.

Ibiki was fucking Shu. Fucking his Shu! That scary mother fucker was fucking his Shu! No! That was wrong, oh, so wrong!

“Give me his address, Shu’s address,” said Kotetsu. “I need to see him. He can’t, he just can’t be serious about Ibiki. It’s not right! He’ll crush all the teasing out of Shu! And Shu, no, Shu is a top, he’s meant to be a top! No! Just no!”

“Kotetsu! Voice down, dammit!” said Ritsu.

And then a concerned Izumo was there, looking well-fucked, with Kurohyou behind him looking his usual silent, emotionless self.

“Give it to me,” hissed Kotetsu.

“Hey, no, it’s for your own good,” said Turtle, “You can’t take HIM on.”

“Oh yeah? Fine! I’ll go to his place! I just happen to know exactly how to find out where the fucker lives,” his voice loud and angry again.

But he was suddenly firmly tucked away under Ritsu’s arm, and before he knew it, they were all in a strange living room. Kotetsu looked around, hoping this was Shu’s place, but somehow, just one glance told him it wasn’t.

“Listen, Porcupine, and listen good,” said Ritsu, shaking Kotetsu. “You don’t fuck with Ibiki. Shu is the only person he’s fucked, hell, kissed, since the guy was tortured for days all those years ago. Ok, wait, he might have done some raping on the job, but that doesn’t count. But really, come on, do you think you can screw with Ibiki’s guy and not have him rip your life apart? You haven’t seen this guy break a man, Kotetsu. I’m telling you, don’t do it! I like you—fuck, we all like you! You know that, idiot! We’re not trying to be bastards. We just don’t want you to turn into somebody that sits in a corner and just cries and says nonsense syllables. I’ll take you to see some guys like that, guys Ibiki made like that. I can get you into the special prison ward to show you that. Do you need to see it?”

“No, I don’t,” said Kotetsu, breaking out of Ritsu’s grip. “But you know what, Ritsu? You don’t have any balls or brains! I’m insulted that you think that any of that would prevent me from trying to see Shu and make sure he’s happy. And that you think Ibiki would torture one of Konoha’s ninja out of sexual jealousy suggests that you all need to go back to the academy and learn about how things work in Konoha!”

Dog laughed and put his arms around Kotetsu, leaning in for a kiss, saying, “Ah, Tetsu! I do love you!”

Kotetsu used his chakra to move instantly out of Dog’s arms and reappear three feet over. “Don’t! I’m not going to play around any more. I’ve been a fucking fool, but I’m smart enough to know that once you figure out you’ve made a mistake, you don’t repeat it. I’m in love with Shu. I’m going find him somehow even without your help and tell him that.   If he loves Ibiki, well, I’ll deal with that. But I have to tell him, and I’m sure as hell going to try to make him give me a chance.”

“Tetsu!” cried Izumo, hurling himself at him. They hugged, pressing their foreheads together, smiling, and reading each other’s emotions from their faces.

“See Zumo,” said Kotetsu, “You’ve finally made me see the error of my ways.”

Kurohyou came up behind Izumo, his arms reaching around his lover to grasp Kotetsu. He smiled, and Kotetsu felt the power of his chakra as he moved the three of them. They were on the outdoor walkway of a two-floor apartment building, one side overlooking the street, the other a row of the doors, each leading to small apartment.

Kurohyou nodded at the door labeled 22, and then he and Izumo vanished even before Kotetsu could thank them. He turned and stepped to the door, his heart beating like mad. Ah, god, this was going to be hard, ten times harder now that Shu was involved with someone else. But in a way it would be easy too because now he knew, really knew, what he wanted. Kotetsu shut his eyes for a minute thinking about how Ritsu’s warnings just made everything suddenly clear in his mind, letting him know his heart. It was just like the old saying, “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.” Yes, I love him, though Kotetsu, a smile curling him lips, and he opened his eyes, ready to confront Shu.

And there was Shu—he’d opened the door silently—and Kotetsu’s smile widened, his mouth opening as his lips curved up as far as they could go. God, Shu! Yes, he loved Shu—and for one crazy second, he almost said, “I love you.” But he just said, “God, Shu, I—really want to talk to you. Please, Shu, can I come in for a few minutes?” Shu’s cold expression—merely cold, not icy, Kotetsu noted with hope, hadn’t changed, but he didn’t move or respond. Kotetsu lowered himself to his knees, keeping his eyes on those cold red-brown ones. “Shu, I’m sorry for—“

His words were cut off as Shu moved with that famous ANBU speed. His hands slid under Kotetsu’s armpits, and he lifted him up and swung him inside the door, kicking the door closed behind him. Ah, god, Shu was holding him so his feet just barely touched the floor. Kotetsu’s arms reached out and found Shu’s shoulders—his naked shoulders. And then eyes blinking, Kotetsu let his gaze move down the body holding him aloft.

Ah, god, that chest, those nipple rings, that incredible stomach! His pants covered his crotch and those thighs that he had kissed and licked that night so long ago. And the arms that held him—they had a set of black straps crisscrossing down from biceps to just under the elbow, with a kunai tucked into each one. But those crossing black straps just drew your attention to those strong, masculine arms underneath them. Oh, lord, would he ever see Shu’s body and not want to lick it all over? Those rings just made him want to thrust his tongue through them, and those staps—ah! He could see himself licking over each patch of flesh between them, coming close to, but avoiding those blades. He let out a little whimper of desire, feeling the blood starting to swell his penis.

Shu dropped him on his feet, making Kotetsu’s mind suddenly return to his problem—convincing Shu to forget Ibiki and go out with him. “You, you look really good, Shu,” said Kotetsu, his eyes giving Shu’s body one last quick glance before focusing on those cinnamon ones. “Thank you, for letting me in, especially when the last time you saw me, I was such an ass. God, Shu, I’ve got my head straight now. I know that I’m bi, and, even more than that, I really prefer men. I think that’s why I couldn’t even date any women for more than a week. But it’s no good, Shu, if the man isn’t you. Will you go out with me? Please, Shu, give me a chance.”

Kotetsu cringed inside, waiting. That last speech hadn’t come out exactly as he wanted. He shouldn’t have mentioned other people at all. And maybe it was too soon to ask for a date? Shu just seemed frozen: immobile, unsmiling, and silent. Oh, god, it was time to try groveling.

Once more Kotetsu dropped to his knees, “Shu, please, I’m begging you. I know I’m not pretty to you anymore, but I’m ready to learn how to be. I want to be your good boy. I want to please you. I want you to be the first man to fuck me, just like you were the first man who kissed me like a lover, who touched my cock, sucked me.”

“Really? So then you can go out and have all my friends fuck you?” said Shu, his voice full of anger and hurt.

You’re getting fucked by Ibiki, screamed Kotetsu inside his head. But he suppressed that little surge of jealousy, focusing instead on the fact that Shu’s anger meant he wasn’t indifferent to him. To be angry, he had to care at least a little. “No, I stopped being stupid two weeks ago. I haven’t done a thing with anybody since then.”

“Did you fuck any of them?” demanded Shu.

Kotetsu shook his head no, saying the truth, “No, Shu, I haven’t fucked anyone since the night before you. When I even think about it, all I see is your ass vanishing in front of me. God, lately I dream about your ass, about you.”

“SHE isn’t in your dreams, anymore?” asked Shu in a hard voice.

“Actually, that woman I dreamed about seems to have had a sex change or just, well, has been swallowed up by you,” said Kotetsu. “Because when I chase her and catch her, under that red hair is you.” And memories of the dreams he had of Shu flashed through his mind, and Kotetsu’s cock leapt in his pants, straining and wanting. The pain of seeing that face he’d dreamed of, looking down at him with an anger he’d never shown before, suddenly hurt. He let himself fall forward, putting his head down to Shu’s bare feet, wanting to hide his erection and the tears that he felt wanting to be shed. Oh, god, the taste of Shu! He kissed and licked the top of Shu’s foot, a little mewl coming out of his throat.

The pain of a sharp tug on his hair, of being hauled to his feet by one hand on his hair and the other on the shoulder of his red-gold dress shirt, faded to nothing as Shu’s mouth claimed his. Kotetsu opened his mouth wide under Shu’s with a whimper of happiness, letting that tongue thrust in and invade him, taste him, and yes, own him. He could feel Shu carrying them somewhere, but he didn’t care where, all he cared about was that he was clinging to Shu, their bodies pressed together, and his mouth once more making love with Shu’s. Because it was the love inside him that made this kiss so special, so amazing, he knew. He’d been kissed by Kakashi, after all, and that man could make anyone come with a kiss and a few touches. But Kakashi’s kiss didn’t feel like kissing Shu at all. Physically it might be the same or even better, but the emotional emptiness of it, well, that was the difference. There was none of this magic, none of this raw, overwhelming emotion flooding him.

Kotetsu felt that unmistakable feeling of being moved by chakra, and then Shu’s mouth jerked back, and they were falling down on a bed. Kotetsu’s back hit the mattress, and he cried out what he’d almost said the second he’d seen Shu, “I love you!”

Shu’s eyes were like the Eastern sky at dawn—right there before Kotetsu they went from a soft red brown to dazzling. The look on Shu’s face made Kotetsu’s heels dig into the bed, his knees falling apart, his ass lifting up, offering his cock to Shu. And in the same way, his neck arched, his head tilted back, and his mouth opened, ready for a kiss.

Shu’s rose up on his knees, his arms crossing and pulling out the kunai from his arms, and he slashed down, slicing. Oh, god, he was magnificent in his speed, the way the blades slit fabric but not skin, cutting with both metal and chakra, since a mere blade wouldn’t make cloth peal back like that. Kotetsu’s mouth let out a wordless cry of desire as the blades undressed him and then sliced down a twin path along Shu’s hips and thighs. In a move that was grace itself, Shu’s knees rose up, then his shins, as he moved from kneeling to a low crouch, then back to kneeling. His pants, sliced from waist to cuff, fell down around him as the blades flew across the room, embedding in the walls.

He lunged forward, and Kotetsu’s arms wrapped around his neck and his legs flew up and locked around his waist. He cried out Shu’s name as their bodies touched, skin against skin, cock against cock.

“My pretty,” said Shu, “only mine!”

Once more that voice in Kotetsu’s head screamed, “And what about Ibiki?” but he managed not to say that aloud. No, he’d learned his lesson from the last time he was on a bed with Shu. It was much easier anyway to just say, “Shu!” and lunge up for a kiss. He didn’t want to talk, he didn’t want to do anything but let the man take over, to let his words pour over him.

“Did you miss me, pretty?”

“Yes,” moaned out Kotetsu. “Fuck, yes.” And inside he knew that this was what he’d missed the most: that bad-ass braggado, that dirty sweet talk, the way Shu called him “pretty.”

“Did you miss my hand on your cock? Did you think of me when they touched you?”

“Oh, god, Shu, yes and yes. I—“ Kotetsu stopped himself from saying the first thing that had occurred to him—that he’d tried to forget Shu, not wanted to, but hadn’t been able to—and finished, “I missed your voice more, Shu. I thought I never hear you call me pretty again.”

“There’s no one else as pretty as you to me, Tetsu, you’re the only one I call pretty with those fierce little spikes in your hair and those eyes over that cute little bandage. Ah, and your mouth, this mouth here—“

“I didn’t kiss any of them but Kakashi,” blurted out Kotetsu, and then gasped and said, “Oh, fuck, Shu, Shu, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, so sorry!”

“It’s ok, pretty. Men like Kakashi, like Ibiki, you can’t say no to. But they’ll never fall in love with you,” said Shu, his voice sounding sad.

“But I’m in love with you, Shu,” cried Tetsu, “and you’re the only guy I want to kiss all the time.” Dear fucking god, he couldn’t say no? What had Ibiki forced his Shu to do? A memory of coming hard with Kakashi’s head around his cock flashed in Kotetsu’s mind, and he pushed it away. Ah, so you forgive me Kakashi, and I forgive you Ibiki? But Ibiki! Ibiki! Did he even get you off? Did he—an image of Ibiki fucking Shu, fucking Shu right on this bed, rose up in Kotetsu’s mind, and--

“Ah, pretty, so you want to kiss me now?” Yes! Dammit, yes! He needed to feel Shu now, to be overwhelmed with him, to let that push away all the jealousy, pain, guilt, oh, all that crap.

“Fuck, Shu, I need more of you than a damn kiss! Can’t you feel our cocks rubbing together? We could rub ourselves off, or stroke each other, or sixty-nine, or maybe just it’s time for you to shove that ringed rod of yours up my ass!”

Shu threw back his head and laughed. “Ah, god, Tetsu,” he gasped out and then began laughing again.

“Stop it, stop it,” ordered Kotetsu, his embarrassment at Shu’s laughing at his eagerness, making him angry. “Damn it, don’t laugh at me!”

But his angry face and words seemed to make Shu laugh harder. Kotetsu shoved him hard, using a few tricks most ninja knew to upset Shu’s balance and roll him off him and on to his back. Sitting up, the tattered remains of his clothes on the bed underneath him, Tetsu, looked down on Shu still laughing, his annoyance mitigated by the gorgeous view. Those black straps on his arms were lethally sexy, as were those rings in his nipples and his cock that was as red as his hair, fully engorged with blood.

“Damn it, Shu! I’ll shut you up,” he said, lowering his head to that cock and opening his jaw as wide as he could, sucking in that red, ringed cock. Shu’s laughter stopped abruptly, making Tetsu grin internally as his mouth was unable to, given it was stretched around a hard dick. He pushed down far, relaxing his throat muscles, letting the cock head pop in deep.

“Oh, fuck, pretty, oh god, oh god, pretty, so fucking good!”

The words filled Kotetsu with pride and satisfaction as he raised his head, letting his tongue play around Shu’s shaft. He’d found that several shallow bobs of his head followed by a deep one that he would hold for longer made him gag less than trying to repeatedly take a cock deep into his throat. He worked on Shu, surprised that the ring didn’t hurt his throat, and loving how it felt when he pulled all the way up so just the tip of Shu’s cock was inside his mouth. Then, oh, god, then, to thrust his tongue through that ring and push it around—god, he could feel his own cock starting to leak from his excitement. Ah, and when he would follow that by letting that cock slide all the way in his throat as far as he could take it—oh, god, the sounds Shu would make—and those words!

“Ah, fuck, pretty, you’re such a good, good boy sucking my cock like that. Yeah, feel my cock in your throat, pretty, that’s it. That’s the cock that’s going to fuck your virgin ass and make you come so hard, pretty. Ah! God! Yes! Oh, pretty, you are a good boy, my good boy, and I’m going to make you feel just as good, so good you’ll go wild, pretty.”

No, I’m going to make you go wild, thought Kotetsu. Hmm, I wonder if you know this trick Kakashi taught me? Kotetsu focused his chakra in his throat, took a deep breath, and thrust his head down until his mouth could go down no further and was buried in red curls. The chakra protected his throat and made it easier to take a cock deep inside. But the part that really felt good was when the chakra was used to tighten and massage the cock inside the throat. And the part that was fucking amazing was when the chakra would spin and twist, too. It was tricky, almost too tricky for a chuunin, but he been motivated.

“Kotetsu! Fuck! I’m coming! Tetsu! Oh, god, Tetsu, my pretty!”

The hand grasping his hair tugged, but Kotetsu wasn’t going to budge. This was Shu’s cum, his love’s cum, and he would be damned if he didn’t drink every drop of it. This was his reward, his prize, and he’d never thought he think that way about swallowing another guy’s spunk. Fuck, he probably had a problem, but he didn’t care. He focused and made his chakra whirl even faster, feeling Shu’s cock jerk and spray out still more cum.

This was love. It better fucking be love, alright, he thought, cause I’m sucking dick and swallowing and wanting more, a lot more. I want him to fuck me. No, I want him to make love to me. And then if I like it, he can fuck me, thought Kotetsu. Oh, hell, I don’t know, but I don’t have to know. I just have to love. And oh, god, that’s easy, so easy with Shu.

It was as easy as letting himself be lifted up, his mouth eased off Shu’s softening cock, his body pulled up onto Shu’s, Shu’s strong arms in those sexy black straps cradling him.

“Ah, pretty, pretty, my sweet pretty, I love you.”

“Shu! Shu—”

Ah, god, Shu’s kiss, Shu’s arms, Shu’s love, and yes, the still strong taste of his cum in Kotetsu’s mouth—all of it together left him unable to think in words, let alone speak them. And while Shu should have been the tired one, Kotetsu was the one dazed and weak. As kiss merged into kiss, he could only mewl and whimper, letting Shu’s tongue overwhelm him, love him. The kisses moved down his body until they reached his arousal. Leaning back against Shu’s headboard, he was looking down on what he was prepared to swear was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen—Shu’s hair spilled out, shimmering red locks half concealing, half revealing that muscled back of his with those bold red slashes across his shoulder blades which trailing down his spine and vanishing between those amazing asscheeks. But that, all that, was nothing to the look in those cinnamon brown eyes or the sight of Shu’s mouth sucking in his cock.

The first time Shu had done this to him had been that twenty-four hour period that had changed his life so dramatically. He’d seen his best friend, the friend who had wanted to be his lover for so long, being fucked in an ass red from a spanking, his hands, nipples, cock, and balls all wrapped in cords. Quiet Izumo, whose loving attention had made his relationships with women seem flat and dull, was being fucked and screaming out things like “Fuck me” and “I need more.” What had shocked him even more was that he didn’t mourn the loss of Izumo’s sexual desire and attention, but he been overwhelmed with longing for his friend’s lover, Kurohyou. But then Shu had literally popped into his life, and--before he’d even seen his face--his body and hair and the sound of his voice had somehow become the standard of sexiness to him. He’d been swamped with a lust that had cut through years of repressing and denying any homosexual desires, and like the cheapest of sluts, he’d let a man whom he’d just met jerk him off in a bathroom.

But what followed in the hours of the night made these unbelievable events of that day seem almost tame. At ANBU’s surprise party for Kurohyou, his quiet best friend Izumo had stripped off his clothes, revealing a body covered with hickeys and bruises, and let his new lover collar and spank him like a sex slave. Tetsu had tried to drink that out of his memory, but all the scrum had done to him was lower his own inhibitions, so he’d let Shu into his apartment, into his bed, and, though it had taken him far too long to realize it, into his heart. For that really had been what he’d begged for, what he’d wanted when he’d cried out, “Please Shu,” again and again—though he’d thought it had just been those kisses, this cock sucking, and the coming that he’d wanted.

Ah, god, Shu’s mouth and throat—from the first they had felt like they were created for his cock; they’d felt so perfect around him. But Kotetsu knew now it was more than just the fact they were bigger than any woman’s and part of a ninja he could treat with a roughness that he’d never force on a female. No, for any of the ANBU nins that had sucked him off over the last three months had been the same. No, what made the feel of Shu tight around his cock so right was all inside his head, his heart—and he could admit his eyes too, for no one else came close to Shu in sexy for Kotetsu. No, no one had this red, red hair he could wrap around his hands; no one made him feel so wanted, so special, so pretty as Shu. And not one had used his mouth to say, “I love you.”

And as if reading his mind, Shu’s mouth slowly sucked up his cock and lifted up to lick over his cockhead a few last times before saying, “Ah, pretty, I’m going to suck this pretty cock of yours till you come, and then I’m going to slick up my fingers and slip them in your ass and stretch you good and wide for my cock. You’re going to straddle me and spread your sweet asscheeks. Ah, pretty, and then you’ll press that sweet little virgin fuckhole of yours down on my big, pierced cock. You’re going to do it yourself; you’re going to want to take my cock inside you; you’re going to want my mantool piercing you, that ring pressing into your prostate, moving in and out of you, loving you, so deep inside you. So my pretty one, my love, my sweet pretty Kotetsu, don’t come unless you are ready for it, ready for me to love you, ready to be my beloved, my pretty little bitch.”

At as Shu spoke, Kotetsu’s buttocks clenched, his legs spread a little wider, his heels dug into the bed, and his back arched, pushing his cock up against Shu’s lips. He couldn’t help it—each thing Shu said excited him more, and he thrust his hips up into the air in time with each deep breath, each lift offering cock, balls, and his asshole to Shu.

“Ah pretty, do you want that? Do you want me to suck this cock of yours?”

“Shu! Do it! Suck me, then fuck me!”

The instant the words left his tongue, Shu’s tongue was thrusting inside his mouth, his body grinding down into his, the friction between their cocks so fucking good Kotetsu shook with it, knowing he was going to come soon. Shu broke the kiss, and when his head lifted, Kotetsu shivered at his expression: a fierceness and intensity that was like that deadly icy ANBU look, but instead hot, not cold. The face, the body above him exuded pure domination, no, ownership. Shu’s stillness and silence only made Kotetsu more aware of the redhead’s power, his needs, and that his violent energy was barely restrained. For the first time, the spiky-haired chuunin fully understood Izumo.

“Yours Shu, all yours, only yours, your pretty bitch, yours to play with and fuck, to pleasure and punish—“

Shu’s lips drew back, his teeth bared, and his hips thrust his hard cock against Kotetsu’s, the cold metal of the ring in the tip scoring across his arousal. A savage sound filled the air, a hand jerked his head back by the hair, and those bared teeth bit down on his neck.

Kotetsu came, screaming, “Shu!”

His body was still shuddering when Shu spread his legs and thrust a cum-wettened finger in him hard. Snarling, eyes blazing, Shu fucked him with one finger, then two, and Kotetsu’s orgasmic pleasure shifted into a thrilled excitement that made his heart beat violently. By time Shu had ripped his hand out and pulled out his nightstand drawer to get the slick so violently it flew out completely, Kotetsu was fully hard again. Shu snatched the lube and let the drawer go, flying over the carpet, spewing its contents before smashing into the dresser and shattering.

The tube of slick thudded down on the bed next to Kotetsu, and Shu crouched down, and his hands vanished under the bed to emerge with a fist full of chains with cuffs on their ends.

“Chain me to the bed, pretty, before you impale yourself on my cock because otherwise I’ll fuck you like a beast, my pretty little chuunin bitch! Yes, yes, like that, hurry, pretty! I need my cock in your virgin ass.”

“I love you, I love you, Shu!” Kotetsu gasped out as he scrambled to fasten the cuffs as fast as he could. To his shock the metal resonated with chakra, sucking away some of his, and he realized these were no ordinary cuffs and chains, but the sort designed to hold powerful ninja. Shu would indeed be helpless in them. Ah, fuck! Ibiki! These were Ibiki’s! Ibiki who had been fucking his Shu! And the words of love died away, replaced by an angry snarl of Kotetsu’s own.

His anger sped his hands, and Shu was soon spread eagled on the bed, helpless beneath him. Kotetsu’s hands went to Shu’s nipples, pulling at the rings in them sharply, saying, “My Shu. No one fucks my Shu but me! No one! You say no! And no one fucks me but you. I don’t care if he kills me, Shu, but I won’t let him have you again. If I’m your bitch, you’re my master. This cock, this body is mine now!” Kotetsu didn’t even open the slick tube but burst it with his fist, the clear liquid oozing down over Shu’s cock, much too much. The clear liquid spread out over Shu’s hips, running down in trails over his balls. Kotetsu hurled away the tube, and holding Shu’s cock with one hand, crouched over his chained lover, the metal ring piercing his cock against his twitching anus. “Who am I?” he demanded.

“My pretty, my bitch, my Kotetsu!”

And with a cry, Kotetsu pushed himself down on Shu.
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