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Izumo looked at Kotetsu with wide eyes.

“Don’t you trust me, ‘Zumo? I would never hurt you. If I even tried you could just trap me in your Syrup Capture Field. Oh, wait, you need your hands for that.” Kotetsu paused in his efforts to comfortably bind Izumo’s wrists together. “Maybe we could do that syrup thing anyway.”

“Always the romantic,” Izumo sighed as he wordlessly consented to having his wrists tied to the bars of Genma’s headboard. “I’m thinking that Genma coming home to an apartment full of syrup wouldn’t be a good thing.”

“Yeah,” Kotetsu laughed softly. “I’d hate for Genma to come home to anything weird.”

He glanced at the bedroom door and- sure enough- there were the two jounin, carefully peering around the corner.

Kotetsu made sure Izumo couldn’t easily work himself free, then gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose and crawled to the foot of the bed to unfreeze the scene on the T.V.

Izumo watched the view as Kotetsu crawled away, then closed his eyes and moaned. Enough was enough. He‘d been waiting since 4:30 in the morning! “Please, Kotetsu. Please touch…”

“Touch what?” Kotetsu asked as he watched the on-screen Raidou beckon to Kakashi. Kotetsu stretched out next to Izumo, absently running his hand up and down Izumo’s inner thigh. “Touch this? Touch you here, ‘Zumo?”

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck, oh please Kotetsu…. I can’t keep… please….” Izumo struggled to twist his body far enough that Kotetsu’s hand would be forced to at least brush against his hard length.

“Shhhhhh…. Easy, ‘Zumo. Watch. Just hold on a little longer and watch”

Izumo closed his eyes tightly. He willed the tightening and pressure in his groin to recede just enough to keep him from going insane. He halfheartedly tried again to work his hands free, then resigned himself to waiting, and watching, for just a bit longer. He shifted his attention to the T.V. screen.

As on-screen Raidou turned back to on-screen Genma, his low-quality voice could be heard saying, “I’m giving you the first half of your anniversary present early.” He kissed Genma’s right shoulder blade, stood up, then walked straight towards the camera. After a few moments of shuffling, Kakashi stumbled to his feet on the far left of the screen. He quickly shed his clothing (except his mask, of course), then shook out his legs and stretched his arm and shoulder muscles behind his back as he approached blindfolded Genma, still bent over the foot of the bed.

On-screen Genma warily straightened up, sensing that it wasn’t Raidou approaching him. As soon as Kakashi knelt behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and placing an open mouthed kiss on his left shoulder blade Genma moaned, “Kakashi…”

Kakashi’s low-quality voice answered, “Raidou needs to rest up a bit after pounding your tight…” wet kiss on lower neck, “hot…” wet kiss just below left ear, “ass.”

On-screen Genma moaned and leaned back into Kakashi, careful not to get his now-sore hole too close to Kakashi’s impressive erection. Kakashi noticed Genma’s hesitation and stood up, taking Genma’s right hand and leading him to lie down on the bed. He guided Genma onto his back, then reached over to the lube still conveniently out on the nightstand. He quickly readied himself as well as Genma, then carefully positioned his hole over Genma’s cock. “Your turn” he murmured, then in one swift move he forced his body all the way down.

The picture shook a little as camera-man Raidou added his loud moan to Kakashi’s and Genma’s. Kakashi briefly paused, then began riding Genma’s cock and teasing his nipples. He led Genma’s hand to his neglected erection and the elite shinobi pleasured each other as Raidou moaned occasional instructions such as, “Stroke him faster, Genma” and “Ride that cock, Kakashi. Genma fucking loves having a tight ass slamming up and down on his cock.”

Kotetsu kept his eyes glued to the T.V. screen as he backwards-straddled Izumo’s body, only putting about half of his weight down as he sat on Izumo’s stomach. “Fuuuck, yeah. Oh, look at Kakashi loving that fast, hard fuck.“

He kept watching as he raised his hand to his mouth, used his tongue to wet his palm, palmed the tip of Izumo’s cock, then pulled that moistened tip forwards to rub along the length of his own erection.

Izumo gave up trying to twist his body to where he could see the T.V. screen past Kotetsu‘s back. He lay on the bed staring at Kotetsu’s hard-muscled ass, losing himself in the teasing sensations.

He cursed the bonds restraining his hands when Kotetsu suddenly climbed off, crawling back to the foot of the bed and lying down on his stomach.

“Look, ‘Zumo. Kakashi just came, and Genma…. Oh, there goes Genma. Oh, hell yeah!”

Izumo lay on his back panting while he heard the sounds from the T.V. change from murmured speaking voices to the white noise signaling the end of the DVD. Finally! Now he could have Kotetsu’s complete attention. Nothing could distract him, now. Not even the naked Raidou at the foot of the bed or the naked Genma standing right next to the bed. Wait… What the…..

Izumo bolted upright as far as he could before the restraints on his wrist pulled him back down. He twisted wildly, trying to work his way free and figure out what in the hell was going on.

“Your friend looks tasty thrashing around like that,” Raidou told Kotetsu.

Izumo stopped “thrashing” and felt a thrill of anticipation run through his body as Raidou briefly made eye contact with him and Genma smiled down at him, stroking the side of his face reassuringly.

Raidou knelt down at the foot of the bed and took Kotetsu’s chin in his hand, tilting his head up to force eye contact. “Tell me, Kotetsu. Whose idea was it to break into Genma’s apartment?”

Silence.

“Hmmm… How about if you tell me whose idea it was to watch our private DVD?”

Silence.

Raidou released Kotetsu’s chin and leaned forward to murmur next to Kotetsu’s ear, “Whose idea was it to tie up their neglected, hot-as-hell lover after making him keep a pillow over his head?”

Silence.

Raidou sighed.

In the time it took Izumo to blink Raidou and Kotetsu disappeared from the foot of the bed and reappeared kneeling down next to the bed. One more eye blink and Raidou had Kotetsu’s hands tied behind his back with a silky cord that was firmly attached to an exposed pipe that run from floor to ceiling.

Raidou leaned in to Kotetsu and whispered, “Punishment time, Sunshine.”

Izumo looked past Genma to Kotetsu, who was now kneeling down about three feet away from him.

They locked anxious gazes for a moment, then Izumo looked at Raidou. He watched as Raidou knelt beside Kotetsu, slowly running one hand over Kotetsu’s body and using his other hand to stroke himself back to full hardness.

Genma caught his friend Kotetsu’s eye, smiled, and said, “Don’t worry. We’re not into pain. Well, not the kind of pain you’re probably worried about.”

Genma turned his attention to Raidou, “You forgot to ask whose idea it was to do a Nara makeover.”

Raidou stroked himself once more as he looked thoughtfully at Genma, then glanced at the hair gel that Kotetsu had let fall to the floor. “That idea was actually a pretty good one…”

“OH no, forget it. There’s no way my hair’s doing that pineapple thing.” Genma answered, looking down at Izumo with a new sympathy.

“Hey, I remember you. The chuunin exam, right? And weren’t you that guy who got really shitfaced and sang that Cold War Kids song at our Anniversary Party?” Genma‘s gaze run slowly over Izumo‘s face, down his well-defined chest and abs, admired his not-so-patiently waiting erection, then looked back up at his face. “You’re reeeally hot.”

Izumo blinked up at Genma with as much dignified friendliness as he could scrape up, considering that he was naked, tied to Genma’s bed with his bathrobe tie. Of course the fact that Genma and Raidou were both naked and erect helped level the playing ground a bit. He smiled.

Kotetsu felt a quick flash of jealousy seeping through his fear and arousal. He narrowed his eyes and pulled ineffectively against his restraint.

“Hey, we should really get going. I’m really worried about these documents we were supposed to get…”

The rest of his sentence was drowned out by Genma and Raidou laughing. Even Izumo smiled at that one.

Genma sat on the edge of the bed and brushed the outside of Izumo’s thigh with the back of his right hand. “I thought you didn’t give… What was it? One half of a rat bastard’s fuck about those documents.”

Genma, Raidou, and Koketsu all swiveled their heads to look at Izumo. Who did nothing.

Genma raised an eyebrow and looked at Raidou. “Why didn’t he do the wiggle/moan thing when I said 'fuck'?”

Raidou slung one arm around Kotetsu’s shoulders and said, “I guess you’ll be of some practical use here after all. You say it to him.”

Kotetsu tried to squirm out from under Raidou’s heavy arm. “Say what? That I hate documents?”

“Don’t be an asshole. You know what kind of thing to say. Genma and I will take care of the rest.”

Kotetsu said nothing, but continued to vainly struggle against his restraint and glare at the floor.

Raidou kept one arm around Kotetsu’s shoulders and reached his other hand around to lightly cup his balls. “I tell you what… If you can get your friend to do the wiggle/moan thing, I’ll let Genma suck your cock for exactly twenty five seconds.”

Genma and Izumo both licked their lips and waited the four seconds it took for Kotetsu’s lust to eclipse his jealousy.

He made sure he had Izumo’s attention, then slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip and began to speak in a low, lust-filled voice.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s my fault for not fucking you when I should have. Now I’ll have to watch while Genma fucks you. Sound good? Do you want me to watch while you’re tied to Genma’s bed with your legs spread, getting fucked up the ass by Genma? I hope so, baby, because I’m ready to watch you get fuuucked”

“That’s my boy,” Raidou whispered into Kotetsu’s ear as Izumo closed his eyes, cried out and fought desperately to free his hands and/or twist his body against something… anything that would provide some much needed friction.

Raidou watched Izumo writhe as he told Genma, “Twenty-five seconds.”

Genma languidly dropped down to the floor, arching his back up and giving Izumo an enticing view of his backside as he took Kotetsu into his mouth. He licked, sucked, and fondled for exactly twenty-five seconds, as counted out by Raidou.

Kotetsu protested softly when Genma let his cock slowly slide out of his mouth, but Raidou put his arm back around his shoulders and told him, “Shhhhh…. Easy Kotetsu. Watch. Just hold on a little longer and watch.” He smiled wickedly at Kotetsu , then turned his attention to Genma as he lithely climbed onto the bed.

Izumo was audibly whimpering at this point. Genma climbed on top of him, softly kissed his lips, and promised, “Soon, Izumo. I’ll have you coming soon.” He rubbed his erection against Izumo’s as he turned to Raidou and asked, “Is Izumo going to be on the top or the bottom?”

Top? Izumo bit his bottom lip and turned with wide, uncertain eyes to Kotetsu who met his gaze with a hard, jealous stare.

“No top. I’M going to be his first,” Kotetsu told them.

Izumo blushed as Genma paused and looked down at him, clearly surprised.

“First, huh?” Raidou asked, licking his bottom lip and focusing on Izumo’s erection. “Are you telling me that the delectable cock right there, right under my Genma, has never been inside of another guy‘s ass before?”

Izumo widened his eyes even more, but didn’t say anything as he tried to process what Kotetsu had just said. Did he say he was going to be Izumo’s first? Kotetsu bottom? No way… Never gonna happen.

Against his will, Izumo imagined himself topping Genma and subconsciously began to thrust against him just a little bit faster.

Kotetsu‘s eyes narrowed as he took all of this in. He repeated, louder this time, “When it happens, on a day that is NOT today, I Am Going To Be His FIRST!”

A very aroused Genma and Izumo looked over towards Raidou, waiting for his next instruction.