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Illusion and Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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The door slammed closed with a resounding thunk! A body thudded against the wall, loud groans and grunts filling the otherwise silent apartment. Hands grabbed at whatever they could reach, clothing, skin, hair, it didn't matter. A rip was heard and a shirt went flying. "Fuck, you're sexy," Genma groaned, nipping at the now bare chest in front of him.

Kotetsu moaned, tugging at Genma's clothes. "Naked, dammit�" he grunted out, and Gen leaned back long enough to yank his own shirt over his head before diving back in for more tastes. He leaned into Kotetsu, grinding his hard cock into the other man's, savoring the moans he got in response. "God, yes," Kotetsu muttered, pulling at the long brown hair, wanting his own tastes. Tongues tangled and slid, more sounds were released, hands continued to pull at hair and clothes.

Gen stepped away long enough to kick his sandals off, then reached for the other man's belt. In record time, they'd worked each other's clothes off, paying no attention to where or how far they threw. The tossing was interspersed with more kisses, nibbles, bites, and grinding.

Kotetsu dropped to his knees, his eyes focused on his friend's arousal, dripping with pre-cum, rock hard. He ran his tongue over the length, tasting the sweet fluid while he felt blindly for his pants. He looked up along the taller man's body to see the hazel eyes intently watching him. His fingers found them just as he opened his mouth and swallowed the leaking hard cock in front of him. "FUCK!" Genma shouted into the still, humid air, hands spearing through the spikes.

Kotetsu dug the tiny bottle out of the pocket and flipped it open while he worked the thick dick in his mouth. He dragged his tongue along the underside as he pulled slowly off, sucking lightly on the head. When he had his fingers coated, he swallowed the cock again and nudged one of Gen's legs aside. He relaxed his throat, taking the whole thing in and slid a single rough fingertip along the sensitive flesh behind the ball sac until he found what he was looking for. Sucking hard on the flesh in his mouth, he turned his attention to the other man's entrance. He massaged the tight muscle gently, dragging another moan from his friend.

He glanced up again while he was pushing his finger into the snug passage to see the light brown head thrown back, mouth hanging open, breath coming in harsh pants, short grunts punctuating long, low groans. "Fuck, you're good at that, Tetsu�"

Kotetsu pushed a second finger into his friend and wrapped a hand around his own cock, insanely aroused by both the sight of his friend so turned on and the taste of the dick in his mouth. He worked hard to keep his sanity and stretch the other man, but when the hands pulled at his spikes again and another loud, sharp sound erupted from Genma's throat, he gave up. He stood up and ground into the other man again, their hard cocks rubbing while their lips crashed together once more. But they were way too aroused and the taller man dragged Kotetsu to the floor. "Fuck. Me. Now," he growled, biting at Tetsu's neck and Kotetsu had no wish to do anything else.

He lined up behind his friend and pushed home in one fast thrust, desperate to feel the tight heat. "Oh FUCK, Gen. Goddamn that feels good!" His shout was loud enough to wake the dead, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought for some semblance of sanity.

He heard an answering groan and the other man rocked back against him. "Move, dammit, move."

"Impatient bastard," Tetsu muttered, but pulled back and thrust hard again.

Genma's back arched and he moved against Tetsu, matching the thrust with his own force. Fuck everything, that felt better than anything he'd experienced in a long time and Kotetsu lost any hope of control. He started pumping hard and fast into the other man, his entire being focused on his cock and the tight body it was thrusting into.

He kept just enough sanity left to reach around and start fisting his friend's hard length. "Damn, oh fuck, Gen�" he groaned, the other hand grabbing onto Genma's shoulder to anchor himself. His hips snapped, thrusts speeding up impossibly, and Kotetsu's eyes rolled back in his head, lost to the feel of the heat he was buried in.

"Nngh� yeah� Mmmm�fuck yeah�" Genma shouted, fucking himself on Tetsu's cock, nearly insane, himself. The shout brought Kotetsu back a little and he shifted, looking for just the right angle. A moment later, he was rewarded. "Oh fuck! Oh hell, going to� fuck I'm� Goddamn getting� close�," Genma babbled.

Tetsu sped up even more, pumped even harder and felt his own balls start to tighten. "Me, too� nngh� so close�," he let loose a loud grunt, his body poised just on the edge. "Come Gen, oh fuck, come�" he groaned loudly. He was answered with what he thought was an affirmative grunt and he let go completely. He managed another shouted "GEN!" before his body took over the last shreds of his sanity and his orgasm stormed through him. His thrusts became erratic and even harder as he rode out the pleasure crashing through his body and white fire flowed through his cock and into his friend.

A few seconds later, Genma let his own shout go, his back arched even harder, his muscles clamped down on the still-spasming cock buried in his body and he spilled over his friends hand as his climax hit. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" He almost screamed it as the pleasure roared though him, his vision went white and he nearly passed out.

Kotetsu collapsed onto his friend, both of them struggling for breath and sanity. "Holy... fuck�" Kotetsu managed between gasps. "What the�" he tried to swallow around his dry throat and couldn't work up enough spit to do so.

"Fuck was that?" Genma finished for him. "I have no idea."

Kotetsu eased out of the other man and fell to the floor next to him, throwing an arm over his head and turning to stare at the other man. Both faces split into grins at the same time.

"God damn, that was good," Tetsu said, staring back at the ceiling, still not able to think clearly.

Genma leaned up on one arm looking down him. "I could get used to fucking like that." He dragged a finger down over his friend's chest, his grin getting bigger.

Kotetsu's own grin widened. "I could, too."

Genma dropped a kiss on Tetsu's lips, the shorter man's hand threading through the brown hair as he returned it. The kiss deepened, but before too long, Gen pulled back. "Come on. Cause I'm not through with you yet tonight," he said, standing up. "But I want out of the entryway." He held a hand out and helped Kotetsu to his feet, his friend chuckling.

"Maybe putting a pair of playboys together wasn't such a good idea," Kotetsu said as they walked through the apartment.

"Why's that?" Genma asked, turning into the bathroom.

Kotetsu leaned against the doorjamb while Genma adjusted the water. "Because we might just end up killing each other."

"Really?" Gen turned back around, eyes roaming hungrily over Tetsu's naked body. "Think you could fuck me to death?"

"I don't know. Maybe I could. But really, that's not the point. I think we could just kill each other trying to simply outlast the other person. Because I'd sure as hell like to. Try, that is."

Genma laughed. "Oh hell, yeah, we're going to. Come on. I wanna wash you. I didn't get to suck your cock yet." Kotetsu laughed and stepped up to the shower, climbing in behind his friend. "And for the record? I could out fuck you any day."

"Oh, really?" Tetsu asked stepping closer and running a hand down to the already hardening cock against his hip. "I'm not so sure of that," he said, nipping and nibbling a slow line along the shoulder in front of him.

"Is that a challenge?" Genma asked and Kotetsu looked up at him.

Kotetsu's grin widened. "Maybe it is. I don't have gate duty tomorrow, do you?"

Genma shook his head. "Nope." His grin turned wicked. "You are in so much trouble."

"We'll see who's in trouble," Tetsu whispered as he captured his friend's lips again, threading one hand through the long hair once more and wrapping the other around the now-hard cock, stroking slowly from base to tip. Genma's hands slid around him tugging him against the long lean body of his friend, hands cupping his ass. When he pulled back from Gen's lips, the other man let out a long low groan.

"I think we both are," Genma whispered before diving in for another kiss.

Izumo pulled the keys out of his pocket and fought hard against the nervousness that wanted to take over. He was not going to shake in front of this man. It didn't matter how badly he was afraid he'd look like a fool. He reminded himself again that as long as he didn't blurt something out, he wasn't going to. It didn't help much.

They'd been fine after that initial kiss, all throughout the evening. They'd talked a lot and danced even more. Raido had kept a hand on Izumo's back or arm around him the whole time, right in front of every ninja there - and every ninja who was not on a mission or in the hospital was there. Izumo suspected a few even snuck out of said building to show up anyway.

It had made him feel really good. And while the sake was still buzzing through his body and the heavy beats were still pounding out of the speakers, he'd felt much calmer. When Raido's body was rubbing against his in the hot bar, he hadn't had a chance to get nervous. His smiles and flirting had come a lot easier and he'd even worked up the ability to grind into the other man a few times, cupping that sweet ass or just running his hands over that sexy body in the process. Raido had readily returned it and they'd gotten very worked up back at the bar.

But the walk to his apartment was fairly long, the sake was fading, the street was quiet and though Raido still had a hand on his back, they weren't exactly rubbing up against each other anymore. He'd had plenty of time for his nerves to come back with a vengeance. "Would� you like� to come in for a drink?" Izumo glanced over his shoulder and up at the other man, cursing himself silently for nearly stammering.

Raido smiled, that slow spreading of lips that Izumo was coming to love so much. "Yes, I'd like that."

Izumo nodded, his own tentative smile spreading and pushed the door open, stepping aside to let Raido in. They both stopped to kick their sandals off then turned to the main room, Izumo hitting the switch to turn on the lights. "I have sake� and, um, sake." He chuckled. "The liquor store still isn't stocking a whole lot yet."

"That's fine. Do you need help?"

"Um," Izumo took a deep breath, trying again to steady his nerves. "No, but� I'd like some company," he managed and turned toward the tiny kitchen. Izumo paused when he realized that the bigger man took up most of the room, where as he and Kotetsu usually fit just right to work together in there. Izumo shook the annoying thought off and pulled out the serving bottles and wine. "It's� not the best stuff," he apologized.

Raido shrugged. "None of us get paid enough for the best yet."

Izumo chuckled. "That's true." He busied himself with heating the sake, trying not to think too much about the big man next to him. He wanted to forget the alcohol completely and concentrate instead on Raido, but he knew better. If he didn't calm himself down, artificially with alcohol or otherwise, he'd end up a real basket case and then he would chase the other man off.

When the wine was warm, he tilted the pan over one of the serving bottles to pour and his hand shook slightly, spilling the hot sake over his thumb and knuckles. "Fuck," he cursed softly, shaking the injured hand.

Raido grabbed it, lifting it to his mouth and Izumo's brown eyes heated as he watched the taller man kiss and then lick at the soft webbing of his hand where the sake had landed. A bolt of lust shot straight to Izumo's cock and it hardened at the want in the other man's eyes. Raido's tongue then ran along his palm and stopped to drop light kisses over the sensitive flesh on his inner wrist.

Izumo gasped at the new spike of arousal and then he was turned and pushed up against the refrigerator, the taller man's mouth on his. His eyes slid closed and his mouth opened at the coaxing from Raido. Their tongues touched, tasted, danced, the kiss drawing long low moans from both of them.

When they pulled back, Izumo got lost in the dark eyes staring back at him, both of them breathless. Raido leaned in again, this time a little further, pinning the shorter man with his whole body, their straining erections rubbing. "Mmm, want you," Raidou whispered before capturing Izumo's lips again.

Izumo released an answering moan, his hands going up to tangle in the short, shaggy hair. "Forget the sake," he muttered when they broke apart for air again and pushed at the bigger man's chest. Raido stepped back and Izumo grabbed one large hand, nearly dragging him toward the bedroom.

When they stepped through the bedroom door, however, they didn't get far. Instead, Rai paused to pull Izumo back against him and wind his arms around the younger man. Lips nibbled along the side of Izumo's neck, dragging another low groan from his throat. He reached up, needing to touch, threading his fingers through that hair again, the other arm wrapping around the one already across his waist.

Raido paused in his kissing and turned Izumo around, tugging at the shirt he wore. It landed somewhere near the door and the taller man leaned back in to nibble at the bared skin. Izumo inhaled sharply when the older man sucked a bit of skin into his mouth, leaving a dark bruise. "I like seeing my marks on you," Raido whispered, kissing it lightly and Izumo shivered at the underlying possessiveness. He really hoped it meant that Raido felt the same as he did.

Izumo pulled at Raido's shirt, then, wanting his own chance to taste skin. When it was off, however, despite how hard Izumo tried, it was impossible to not stare at the burn scar that stretched down the taller man's neck, continued over his shoulder and formed spidery lines along the top of his chest. Izumo glanced up at the dark eyes, then leaned in and placed a gentle kiss along one of the overly-smooth spots.

Raido gasped, his arms coming back around Izumo, but he made no move to stop the younger man. Pale lips traced their way along the edges of the scars, over the shoulder, and back up along the neck until they reached the other set of lips, capturing them in a reassuring kiss. Izumo wanted to tell him that they just made him sexier, that they showed just what this man was made of - how much more he loved him because of them, but he didn't know if it would be welcome and he wasn't quite ready to admit that out loud yet. He didn't know why he wasn't ready, beyond basic fear, but there was something else holding him back, he just didn't know what that was. The fear was enough though and he didn't know that much about the other man yet when it came to his scars, so he said nothing. Instead, he did his best to make sure Raido knew that they didn't make him want to turn away.

He pressed himself against the bigger body, showing with actions just how turned on he still was and the large hands of his lover slid down along his back to cup his ass. Raido pulled him tighter, shifting his body so that their arousals rubbed, dragging loud moans from both.

The mood changed then from soft exploration to hard need and mouths nipped and bit once more. Raido walked them backwards toward the bed and Izumo sat when he felt it against his legs. He laid back, tugging on the taller man's hand and pulling on Raido who followed him down. Their lips crashed together again as if they'd been parted for days not seconds and the earlier dancing turned into a battle of tongues and tasting, instead.

Izumo felt his belt worked open and the button flicked then heard the harsh rasp of the zipper in the quiet room. His own hands dove for Raido's clothes and after struggling around the kisses that they refused to stop, he managed to free the bigger man's thick cock. He moaned at the feel of it in his hand, his body reacting to the immediate thought of having that inside of him. "Oh God, Zumo�," Raido groaned at the soft strokes when the two of them paused to try to remember what oxygen was.

Raido rolled them, then, pulling Izumo down on top of him and the smaller man rocked into him, their cocks brushing. "Need� you�" Izumo managed, shifting to try to kick his pants off of him. Raido helped, pushing the fabric over his hips, then worked to wiggle out of his own, and finally, they were naked.

Izumo looked up at this man that he'd fallen in love with and swallowed at the look in the dark eyes. Fierce emotion, need, want, he couldn't name all of what he saw, but he hoped so much that it was what he wanted, the same things he felt. Oddly, Kotetsu's face flashed through his mind and he pushed the irritating distraction away, turning his attention back to the man below him. After one more glance at Raido's face, he started kissing his way slowly over the scarred skin.

Raido watched as Izumo moved down over his body, his skin alive from the teasing lips. He couldn't quite believe what he'd seen in those brown eyes, and he wondered just how much he might have missed if he hadn't finally worked up the nerve to talk to him. As it was, he'd been insanely relieved when he'd seen Izumo alive and well after the war.

He'd been watching the smaller man for the better part of two years, at the shy smiles Izumo had given him and the way the brown eyes lit up in laughter. He'd seen the younger man train, watched that compact body move with grace and skill. Raido had paid attention when they'd been at the Kunai before the war, noticing the way he moved when he'd danced. He'd mentioned it to Gen on more than one occasion just how hot, how sexy and, well, how beautiful he thought Izumo was.

The thought of his best friend gave him a few second's pause. He hadn't liked seeing Gen flirt and dance with Kotetsu. He didn't understand why. He was friends with Tetsu, too. Back before the war, before the Pein invasion and things had gotten ugly, they'd hung out together often, usually at the bar, playing poker with Anko or whatever. But that night, it had really irritated him to see them flirting.

He pushed that aside, turning his attention back to the man he'd been slowly falling in love with over those two years. The one who, after the look in those brown eyes, may very well love him back. Two years, he'd let go by, all that time they'd spent together - always with their friends and rarely saying much to each other, but together and he'd never quite worked himself up to asking. Until that day. And he was so glad he had because now that sexy body was sliding along his and those eyes held emotion that had stunned him.

Izumo kissed over one of his scars, then, the sensitive spot drawing a harsh gasp from his lips. One of his hands speared through the long brown hair, the other reaching to touch skin - any skin. "Mmm� Zumo�" he whispered as the younger man moved further down his body.

Izumo glanced up at the gasp and whisper and his breath stuttered at the intense look in Raido's eyes. He couldn't hold the gaze, words he wasn't ready to say itching to spill from his lips, so he turned his attention back to the body under him.

He traced the edges of muscles, tasted the salty-sweet skin, marveled, even, at the smoothness of the scars, listening to the collection of gasps and moans that each new stop in his exploration gave him. He paused to swipe his tongue over one dusky nipple, then drew it into his mouth, sucking gently. Another gasp from this and Raido's hands tightened in his hair.

Finally, he'd made his way down and was facing the incredible cock he'd felt earlier. He glanced up again at Raido's face, then dipped his head and took just the lightest of tastes, running his tongue through the liquid dripping steadily from the tip.

And moaned as the flavor flowed over his tongue. God, he tasted so good. He didn't realize he'd spoken out loud, but the answering moan from above him made him think he probably did. Fighting the embarrassment, he opened his mouth and concentrated instead on taking in the hard flesh, working to swallow it.

Raido was big, there were no two ways about it, but Izumo was determined to impress the man he was currently pleasuring, this man he loved. He worked his lips over that incredible cock, taking everything he could, relaxing his throat until he managed to finally swallow him completely. "Oh fuck Zumo!" was the reward for that and his own dick hardened even more, leaking at the sound of Raido's voice with his name. And like that - in need, want, and lust.

He moaned around the length, sucking as much as he could, thoroughly lost in the feel of it between his lips, the wonderful taste and smell of this man, but he wasn't going to be allowed to stay there long. "Zumo, oh God stop� not� fuck, not yet�" he heard the pleading tone and pulled off, meeting those incredible dark eyes again.

Raido tugged on him, and he moved up along the other's body, a groan torn from his throat when one of those big, calloused hands wrapped around his cock. "Oh God, Rai� fuck�" Izumo moaned. Raido captured his lips again while the older man stroked at his hard length, then pulled him over again on top of him and Izumo found himself straddling the big body.

"Want to taste you, too," he whispered and tugged on the smaller man's hips until Izumo's cock was enveloped in the warmth. He braced one hand against the headboard, the other spearing through the short, shaggy hair, his eyes sliding closed as the tongue worked over his dick, tasting, teasing, tracing veins and driving him more than a little insane. He felt a hand tease his balls, another slide around and start to play with his ass and he groaned even louder, caught between rocking against the finger behind and into the mouth in front.

"Oh God, Rai, yes, more, please�" he nearly begged, coherent thought dying a swift and brutal death in the face of the pleasure.

Raido pulled off briefly and croaked out a single word, "lube."

Izumo forced himself to focus enough to understand what was said and he dove for his bedside table and the drawer in it. He fumbled around a moment, then emerged triumphantly with the bottle. Raido took it from him and Izumo had a moment to be annoyed that the other man had enough brain power left that he could manage to suck on him and work open the bottle at the same time.

The thoughts faded when he felt the tongue slide along him, teasing his slit, then tracing another line back down again. He let out a groan that turned into a near shout when his cock was sucked then one thick finger brushed his entrance and then pushed into him. His head dropped, fighting the sensations, damned insane from it all. He rocked back onto the finger, then forward into the mouth, lost completely to the pleasure pouring through him.

He managed a choked, "Rai," when another finger was added to the first one. He lost even that much, almost screaming wordlessly when those fingertips brushed his prostate. He rocked harder back and forth, unable to think, unable to stop, unable to do anything but simply feel.

He was brought back from the edge he had been quickly approaching when a third of those thick fingers was pushed into him and he felt the burn from being stretched by them. "Unf, Rai�" he managed.

The only reply was his cock being sucked on harder and then his prostate being teased again. The edge he'd been dancing along sped back to him and he forced out an, "oh God, not yet�," in a desperate attempt to keep the whole thing from being over way too soon.

But a few seconds later, the fingers were gone and he lost the fight against whimpering in protest. Raido responded with a soothing hand on his hip, then they were both gone. A moment after that, however, his cock was released from that talented mouth and those incredible hands were guiding him back. And then he felt Raido's slicked up dick against his stretched, hungry entrance.

Brown eyes met dark ones, the big hands on his hips tightened just slightly and there was no mistaking the near desperation in both faces. Izumo positioned himself and slowly sank onto the thick cock of his lover. "Oh God," he moaned, feeling insanely full and stretched when he was barely half way down. "Oh fuck, Rai�"

Raido watched the smaller man intently, fighting desperately against the urge to thrust up into the tight body over him. The other man felt so incredibly good, so snug and hot and it was very difficult not to give in to his body's demands. Izumo pushed a little further, then lifted himself up, sank a little lower and managed to take yet another bit of length.

But despite his best efforts, Raido's patience snapped and he lost the fight. His hands tightened on the hips and he thrust up and pulled down at the same time, seating himself fully in the other man. Izumo shouted wordlessly, falling forward to brace himself on Rai's stomach, panting hard. "I'm sorry," Rai whispered, his face scrunched up in worry, forcing himself to release the hips in his hands. Raido brushed at Izumo's hair, his face, his legs, stroked his cock, anything he could reach, another apology spilling out.

But Izumo grabbed the roaming hands and put them back on his hips. "It's okay. You're just a lot bigger than I'm used to," Izumo said between gasps. He lifted himself up and sat back down again. "Fuck, you feel good." He looked up at the scarred face, then, and said, "Do it again."

And Raido groaned at the heat in Izumo's eyes, but did as his lover asked. Izumo rose up over him, and he pulled and thrust at the same time, filling the other man again, earning a loud groan of obvious pleasure. The smaller man let out a quiet, "oh God�" and Raido did it one more time. "Yes, fuck, yes, more�" Izumo moaned and Raido stopped holding back.

They started moving together, Izumo riding, Raido thrusting, meeting each other, finding their rhythm. The grunts and moans got louder as both got dangerously close to the edge very quickly. Raido lifted Izumo and set him on the bed, sitting up behind him, wanting this to last, not ready for it all to end yet.

He pushed into his lover again, but didn't move, instead curling over the sweat-slicked back, savoring the feel of that incredible body. He brushed a bit of the long brown hair aside and buried his face at the nape of Izumo's neck. He inhaled the scent of the other man, loving the hint of spice and sandalwood, then kissed a light trail over the smaller man's back. Izumo let a quiet moan loose as he looked over his shoulder then their lips met and finally, Raido started moving again.

He began with long, slow thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in again. He ran his hands over the smooth skin of Izumo's back and hips, watching the shudders he got in reaction to the touch. He leaned in and left a few more kisses, still pumping slowly into the other man, thrilling in the heat and need in the dark eyes as Izumo watched him over one shoulder.

But despite the want for it to last, despite the determination to stretch it out, the physical sensations and the emotional connection were just too much. Raido's thrusts sped up, Izumo's grunts and moans got louder and the feel of each other's bodies stole the last remnants of control.

One of those large hands wrapped around Izumo's cock again and started stroking and before he knew it, before Izumo could do anything to try to stop it, his climax slammed into him. He shouted Raido's name and shuddered with the force of it, pouring the pleasure that screamed through him and ignited his nerves, out over his lover's hand.

A few seconds later, Raido shouted, "Izumo!" It echoed around the room and he thrust hard a few more times, emptying himself into his lover, his own orgasm incredibly hard. The pleasure tore through him, stunning him, stealing both breath and sight.

When he had gathered a small bit of his sanity again, he sat back, pulling Izumo with him, not wanting to fall and crush the smaller man under his weight. Raido wrapped those strong arms around him, and he wound his over the other man's, reveling in the feel of the body against his, the thick cock still filling him as he came down from the high.

Raido nuzzled Izumo's cheek, dropping light kisses along the shoulder and neck and it took everything in Izumo not to say those three little words. He rubbed his cheek against the other man's, instead, tightening his arms and simply savored what he had.

They didn't speak, couldn't, both a little afraid to break whatever spell they were under. In silence, he eased off of the bigger man and they pulled the top cover down and tossed it aside. They curled up under the light sheet, still not speaking, Izumo's head resting on Raido's chest, arms wrapped around each other, both lost in what they'd just felt together.

Izumo didn't fall asleep right away, listening to the breathing of the bigger man instead. When he heard it even out, he whispered nearly inaudibly, "I love you." He had no idea the dark eyes were still open and widened at those words. It took everything in Raido to not tighten his arms in reply. There was a reason Izumo hadn't said it directly yet, and, though couldn't imagine what that would be, he'd respect that. For now.

But when he let it turn over in his head, it bothered him that his first instinct wasn't to return the words. It bothered him that his first thought wasn't to consider what it might mean for them, that he hadn't immediately pondered, perhaps, their future together.

No, his first thought was of Gen. And how his best friend would react. He shook it away and closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep, but it would take a long time and when he finally did go under, it would be to odd dreams with Genma in Izumo's place and jealousy coating everything.
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Illusion and Dream	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Illusion and Dream