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Firsts
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! I make no money off of this!
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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, in the following stories, I will be outlining individual warnings for each story/chapter.
Real warnings for this chapter: Angst, anal, frot. That's about it.

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He was tall, much taller than Izumo was, bore long, red hair pulled back in a tail, a simple button-down shirt that clung in all the right places and snug jeans, both of indistinguishable color in the dim light. Izumo could tell there was a lean, solid body under the clothes and could also make out ink in various places, but again, the low light kept him from seeing any details. There were sunglasses propped up on his head and the dark eyes were currently moving over Izumo's body.
Despite himself, despite the shit he'd been through, he could feel his cock react inside his jeans to the look. He blinked once and raised an eyebrow slightly, letting his own eyes move over the other man's form. The thought hit Izumo that he'd wanted something to help him forget, to stop thinking and this hot man's interest might just be what he needed.
He watched as the other man walked slowly along the aisle, pausing near Izumo, but not looking at him, focused, instead, on the shelf. He could smell cologne, something subtle and very male and his cock twitched again. Izumo swallowed around his dry throat and turned around to set the book he was holding back onto the shelf, trying to act as casual as the other man was.
He had no idea what to do, when it came down to it. He thought the redhead looked interested, but Izumo didn't normally make a habit out of picking up strange men in bookstores. The closest he'd come to that was being asked for drinks while at the clubs he’d gone to when Kotetsu had gone out on "dates."
He’d gone to get away, to try to forget that he was in love with his best friend. He’d gotten nice and drunk then danced with just about any guy that asked. And somewhere along the way, ended up fucking them outside somewhere - an alleyway, a garden, whatever - it didn’t matter, because he’d been drunk.
Those had all been very obvious. This... wasn't.
The truth was, he'd been so messed up over Kenji for so long, that he didn't know what to do in a situation like this because he'd never really been in one, not sober. Did he say something? Did he look again? Pretend to ignore the man who was somewhere between pretty and gorgeous?
He grabbed a book at random off of the shelf and opened it, grateful that it was the one featuring men that he'd spotted earlier. He didn't want to end up making the man think he was... Izumo nearly shuddered... straight. He flipped the pages a few at a time, but was quite certain it was obvious he wasn't really reading it. When the man next to him moved a little closer and shifted, brushing their shoulders, Izumo bit back a gasp. Then the pretty man bent over, apparently to look at something on the shelves behind them and Izumo found his eyes locked to a very, very nice ass. Izumo's cock reacted again, hardening and he desperately needed to adjust himself, but he wasn't about to be that obvious.
When the man stood back up, Izumo scrambled to turn back to the book in his hand and tried, unsuccessfully, to concentrate on the text. The words and letters swam and Izumo fought to refocus. He felt like the nerdiest of the nerds caught by the coolest, most gorgeous guy in school and he knew his glasses didn't help the image. He closed the book and started to pull them off, but the man was standing next to him now and grinned. "Don't take 'em off on my account," he said, amusement lacing the words and Izumo blinked up at him, eyebrows going up and pushing the glasses back into place.
"Oh?" Izumo asked, surprised he'd managed to even utter that much. Surprised more that the syllable didn't shake or stutter. He swallowed again around his dry throat and tried for a deep breath. If he stood there indecisively much longer, he'd be passed out on the floor, anyway, from the blood rushing to the wrong place.
"Yeah," the man said. He dropped his eyes to the book in Izumo's hand and back up to Izumo's face. This close, Izumo could tell that the eyes were brown, which he filed away. Unusual - he noted, to go with red hair and the thought only added to the man's sex appeal. Izumo cleared his throat and turned to face the man, trying to think of something to say, but the other man beat him to the punch. "You know, if you like books like that, I think I saw some on one of the piles back that way," he said, pointing behind him.
Izumo's eyebrows went up. He was fairly certain the man hadn't spent enough time looking at the book to know what it was really about. So there was no mistaking this. "Really?" Izumo asked and the man nodded.
"Yeah. Back next to that storage room? It's kind of dark, shelves around it..."
Izumo nodded. "I remember seeing it." Izumo swallowed his nerves and set the book on the shelf. "Would you... like to show me?" He asked. The redhead’s grin sharpened and eyes heated.
"Sure," he said, turning around. When Izumo's better sense poked him, he hesitated and the man turned back, raising his eyebrows. "Just down here," he said, pointing and Izumo pushed his reservations back. The man reached out and touched Izumo's wrist and he let himself be guided along the aisle.
The hand was warm on his skin and Izumo forced himself to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. Whatever this was - whatever was going to happen, he didn't need to get himself this worked up. He had the brief thought that this kind of thing was a lot easier when he'd had a shot or two... or five of Jameson's.
He watched the redhead reach for the door and twist the knob then pull it back. Izumo glanced over his shoulder when the other man looked around them, but, seeing no one, he stepped into the darkness and waited until he felt the man join him. A few seconds later, there was a distinct click and Izumo's stomach - and cock - jumped in reaction. There was a long pause where Izumo started to wonder if he'd just made a major mistake, then another click sounded and pale light descended.
It was tiny - obviously just storage of some sort. Book stacks, cleaning supplies and a single sink filled the closet. The light didn't reach all four corners, but Izumo didn't have time to consider it too much. Images assaulted him in that moment - black, slanted eyes, and deep, hazel ones, and Izumo slammed his own eyes closed, willing them back. They weren't his, he couldn't have them. He fought to remember how to breathe and the man's cologne wafted into his nostrils.
The heat of another body moved in and Izumo took another inhale of the scent, turning his head and looking up. The man had a good six inches in height on him, and it brought Kenji's image to mind again. Izumo's heart ached. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes again. "I... maybe..."
"What should I call you?" The man asked, interrupting him and Izumo felt a hand moving his hair aside then a set of lips on his neck.
"I... um... Izumo," he managed, his hands forming fists on his thighs. "My name is Izumo." He heard a whispered something that sounded like a curse and Izumo frowned. That's when it hit the way the man asked - he'd worded it very carefully. Not "what is your name?" but "what do I call you?" Izumo let his own muttered curse out. "I'm sorry, I... uh..."
"Never mind. Renji," the man said and Izumo opened his eyes to meet sharp brown eyes that, Izumo thought, were probably seeing way too much. Afraid Renji would change his mind when he realized just how needy Izumo was, Izumo dropped eyes and stared at the shelves full of cleaning supplies.
"Renji," he repeated, floundering for something else to say or do, something that wouldn't sound or be ridiculous. He opened his mouth, but a soft moan came out when those lips found the sensitive spot behind his ear. His eyes slid closed again, his fists tightened and his breath stuttered in his chest, a soft "fuck" slipping out. There was a hum behind him and Izumo's eyes flew open when he was maneuvered around to face the wall.
He braced his forearms against cold brick and moaned again when his shirt was pulled out of his jeans and warm bare hands slid over his skin. He dropped his head and fought against the images that wanted to surface again, instead glancing over his shoulder at Renji. Renji reached up to the hair over his face and Izumo shook his head. "Please, don't."
"Sure," Renji replied without skipping a beat and smoothly dipped his head instead to nip at the skin of Izumo's neck again. Izumo shifted, turning around and he found himself pinned against the wall, a hot mouth on his. A small moan escaped Izumo's throat as their tongues met then touched and further danced. Renji ground into him briefly before pulling back and tugging once more at his shirt. Izumo pulled it over his head, pausing when Renji's eyes ran over his chest, lighting with an appreciative gleam. He sent a silent thanks to Gai for the years of martial arts lessons.
Hands ghosted over his skin and Izumo sucked in a breath. He realized that he'd been doing very little thus far and dropped his t-shirt, not even noticing where it landed. He reached up to touch the buttons on Renji's, his eyes darting up to the brown ones then back. He fumbled with the first in the line and muttered another fuck before he got it open.
He took another breath and closed his eyes in an attempt to gather his wits. It was ridiculous, this was not the first stranger he'd fucked, though it was the first one he'd followed while still sober. Before he could pull himself together or decide if he should grab his shirt and leave or what, the lips were back on his and the kiss obliterated a good chunk of thought. His hands steadied on the buttons and started to fly down the row, opening them.
He felt a hand on the button of his jeans and scrambled for the one on Renji's. Now that it was happening, Izumo just wanted to get things moving. When they broke apart, he muttered another fuck, then cleared his throat. "Hmm?" Renji hummed and Izumo tried again.
"Fuck. Me. Please," he managed and yanked Renji in again, rocking until their cocks ground together, dragging a groan from Renji's throat. "Just... want your cock in my ass, want you fucking me..." he left off the so I forget and allowed himself to be turned.
"Don't have to tell me twice," Renji muttered. He felt Renji pause and he looked over his shoulder. "Nice ink," Renji said after whistling softly, eyes glued to the dragon.
"Thanks," Izumo said, frowning as the reminder of Kotetsu crashed into him.
"Only half?" Renji asked and Izumo grunted.
"I'm trying to forget the one who's got the other half," he said softly, turning around again and resting his forehead on his arm.
"I'm sorry, Izumo," Renji murmured and ran his hands down over the back and around. Izumo thought Renji would pull his jeans down and get to business, but he was turned around again, his lips were caught in another kiss and he felt a hand on his cock through cotton. He moaned loudly, a garbled version of Renji’s name coming out when they paused for air. He scrambled for something on Renji to grip when the kiss started again and settled for one hand in the long, red hair, dislodging the band holding it up. The other landed on the slick skin under Renji's shirt and palm and fingers explored hard flesh. It slid down to denim and around front, wanting to feel the cock that'd been teasing him.
It was thick and hard and drew another moan from Izumo's throat. He yanked boxers aside and pulled it free, running his hand over the length, fingertips tasting silky skin and the first drops of pre-cum. His hand fisted, tightening around the length and stroked until his palm slid over the tip, pulling a sound from Renji that Izumo was grateful was muffled by his own mouth.
The kiss broke and Renji's lips made a trail over Izumo's cheek and neck, nipping at the skin of his chest before pausing at one nipple to suck. The hand in the red hair tightened, pulling slightly and Renji moaned at the action. He bit gently on the nipple in his mouth and Izumo bucked, the slight pain making him just need. "Oh God, please, Renji, want that cock in my ass." He bit his lip again to keep the next words behind his teeth and Renji stood. Another kiss, a few more fried brain cells and when Renji pulled back, he held two condoms and a tiny bottle of lube.
Izumo watched as Renji made a show of opening one of the packets then rolling the condom slowly over his length. Izumo's own cock twitched hard and he wrapped his hand around it, working to calm himself down a bit. Instead, he found himself stroking it to the vision of Renji doing the same and a strangled sound came out when the other man's eyes slid closed at the obvious pleasure.
Izumo pulled Renji's hand away from his cock and the brown eyes flew open, eyebrows raising. "In me." He reminded the redhead. "I want you to fuck me. So hard that I forget my own name." Renji's eyebrows went up and he grinned and nodded.
"That can be done," he said, tearing the other condom package open and tugging it free. He tossed the empty wrapper aside and Izumo watched him reach down to put it in place. Izumo’s breath hissed out as it slid over the sensitive head then rolled down his length. His eyes closed and he gasped in a breath when the hand stroked him slowly, teasing him with pleasure just shy of enough.
"Please," Izumo whispered, and the desperation, the need, the pain he'd worked so hard to hide up until now leaked into the word. He bit his lip, refusing to open his eyes and hoped against hope that Renji wasn't about to take off.
Instead, he heard a quiet "Shh" before Renji kissed him again. This one was hard but brief then Renji pulled back and guided Izumo to turn around. Izumo's eyes slid closed and he arched his back when he heard the click of a cap. Lips ghosted over his back and he reached out to touch something on Renji, finding a hand that landed on his own hip.
This was a closet fuck, he didn't need - shouldn't be looking for that kind of touch. He just wanted to fuck and forget, but apparently, he wasn't quite capable of that, at least, not sober. Renji let him go, let him hold the hand on his hip and he was grateful when he felt the finger at his ass. "Fuck yes!" He groaned loudly, rocking backwards onto it.
When it pushed through the muscle, however, he winced a little, realizing that it'd been a while since he'd bottomed. Renji added a second finger and Izumo, despite his best efforts, tensed. "You okay?" Renji asked in his ear.
Izumo nodded. "Yeah. Just... haven't bottomed in a long time. Please, just keep going," he managed and was relieved when he felt the fingers part and stretch him. The burn eased and a moment later, Izumo groaned. "More, please..."
He heard a chuckle then Renji pulled his fingers out and shifted. Izumo forced himself to wait and was rewarded when the cock nudged his entrance. He worked to relax his muscles but couldn't suppress the grunt when he felt the burn again. But it felt good, too, and he found himself having difficulty thinking about anything but the cock pushing its way into his body.
His mind was blessedly blank.
"Oh fuck, Renji, that feels good," Izumo groaned and rocked back to meet the thrust. Renji let loose a grunt to match and slowly withdrew before pushing back in again. Izumo's free hand fisted on the wall and the other tightened around Renji's on his hip. Renji's reacted and Izumo had a brief moment to fear he'd done something wrong, then the hand relaxed, their fingers threaded a bit and Renji thrust again. A shift, a change in angle and then Izumo's sounds got much louder when Renji hit his prostate. "Oh fuck yes," he managed then started to move to match Renji's pace.
Renji's free hand found a home on Izumo's other hip and before he realized it, Izumo found himself flying toward the edge, even without his dick being touched. He kept his hands where they were and worked to make sure that Renji got what he needed. He figured that even if Renji went off, he could always fist himself to the finish.
But apparently, that wasn't good enough for Renji because a moment later, the soft voice sounded in Izumo's ear. "Stroke yourself, Izumo," floated in and Izumo couldn't resist the erotic command. His hand dove for his cock and started moving, his moans and curses growing in volume. He bit his lip, but Renji spoke again. "Let 'em out. No one's gonna hear us."
Izumo managed a nod, then started speaking, letting loose the slew of talk that he just couldn't hold back. "Your cock feels so good in my ass. Gonna... nngh... gonna make me cum so hard." He wasn't even fully aware of what all he said, just let his natural talent for words guide him. It seemed to work for Renji because he pumped faster and harder, the hands on Izumo's hips tightened and the grunts got louder.
Izumo was so focused on Renji, in fact, on the feel of the man, trying to gauge how Renji was doing that his own orgasm snuck up on him. "Fuck, Renji!" Izumo nearly shouted, holding it in at the last second. His hand tightened on his cock as he filled the condom, the pleasure hard, surprising him with it’s intensity, his body shuddering through the climax. He flexed his muscles, hoping to bring Renji with him and a few seconds later, he was rewarded. There was a muffled shout of his name against his shoulder and he felt the cock in his ass twitch hard.
Renji slumped forward, bracing himself on the wall around Izumo. Izumo panted hard, trying desperately to drag air into his lungs. He rested his face on the cold brick and fought for sanity. What the hell had he just done?
He pushed it away when Renji stood and in the awkward silence, latex was taken care of, paper towels were passed and water was run to clean up. Neither spoke for the longest moment and Izumo found himself embarrassed beyond belief. When he'd fucked outside the clubs, he'd been drunk, he'd left the condom in the trash bin and wandered off before the other guy had even really recovered.
"Hey, uh... I don't do this," Renji started and Izumo turned to look up at him, eyebrows going up. "I mean - don't normally use names," he continued and Izumo's cheeks colored. "And I don't normally do what I'm about to," he finished. Izumo blinked at him, his eyebrows twisting in puzzlement.
"Don't do what?" He asked and cursed the shake in his voice.
Renji reached into Izumo's jeans pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He pushed a series of buttons then handed it back and bent to pick up the forgotten t-shirt. "If you want to forget him again, Izumo, call me," Renji said, handing the shirt to him.
Izumo dropped his eyes to his shirt - which was a dusty mess - then looked back up at Renji. "Um... thanks, Renji. I... don't know. But... thank you."
Renji shrugged a shoulder. He lifted a hand and ran a thumb over Izumo’s cheek. "It's cool. But if you do..." he let it trail off, and Izumo nodded as he fought to tug his shirt back on.
"Okay. And, uh, thanks... again," he managed. He sent one last long look at Renji, then his hand scrambled for the doorknob and he escaped back out into the store.
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Firsts	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! I make no money off of this!

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