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Memories
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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When they got to the street, Iruka turned to him. "Do you really want to go somewhere? I don't mind if you just wanted to go home."
Izumo stared at him a moment when he realized he hadn't moved his hand. But, strangely, he didn't want to. Or maybe it wasn't so strange, after all. He shoved the thought aside and left his hand where it was. "Well… my apartment isn't far. I don't have any whiskey, but I'm pretty sure we've got a bottle of sake left in the kitchen. Why don't we just go… talk or something? But… I want to. Do you?"
Iruka nodded. "Yeah," he said, smiling. "I do."

The walk to the apartment he shared with Tetsu was not nearly as awkward as he thought it might be. In fact, it felt a lot like any other time he brought a date home. He had to admit part of it was probably the fact that he'd actually asked Iruka about some of it and already knew a bit about how things worked. Not that he planned, necessarily, to jump the guy as soon as they were in the door.
Tetsu may have been pretty base when it came to sex and bringing women home, but Izumo wasn't the same way. He may have known that Iruka would have sex with him, if he wanted to, but that didn't mean he was going to do little more than unlock the door. He loved Tetsu - he really did, even if it wasn't the kind that meant they'd suddenly start sharing a bedroom - but he could be something of an ass when it came to dating.
If, God help them, they managed to get to that part, he was going to have to do something about that. Shaking his head at his train of thought, he stepped aside to let Iruka in. "Um, have a seat, I'll get that sake."
"Thanks," the younger man said with a smile, kicking his sandals off and turning to the main room.
Izumo paused to look him over once more. Oh, hell yeah, definitely sexy. Oh boy. He blew out a breath, turned into the kitchen and busied himself with the bottles and heating up the sake. When he came back out, Iruka was on one end of the couch, turned a bit and watching him, the look in his eye unmistakable. He tried to suppress his blush, grateful yet again that his hair hid part of his face.
He handed one of the bottles to him and sat down, turning so they were facing. "So, did you hear that Anko and Gai are dating?" He asked, trying to keep things light.
"No. Really?" Iruka asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah. Apparently, and I'm not sure I really want to know this, but apparently he likes her whips."
"Eww eww eww. I did not need that image in my head." Iruka said, drinking at his sake.
Izumo laughed. "Yeah, I guess there are some things about the green beast I could be happy never knowing."
"Wow. I mean, I guess we all suspected Anko was into that sort of thing, but to hear it…" he shook his head and Izumo watched his hair swing around a little from it.   He was close enough to catch a slight whiff of citrus. Iruka tilted his head. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Izumo shook his own head, trying to refocus. The man was seducing him without doing a single damned thing.
"Why do you cover your eye?" Iruka asked, quietly.
Izumo swallowed hard, staring into his bottle. "Um…"
"I'm sorry, never mind," he hurried to say.
"No, it's okay. If… if we're going to make people think we're dating, that we're… boyfriends," he stumbled over the word, "it's the kind of thing you would know." He paused. "My father is dead. I think that's a fairly well-known fact. Killed on a mission years ago." Iruka nodded. "Well, my… mom took it very hard. She's a ninja, too, but it's not something that I think anyone can just easily accept." He glanced up, knowing that Iruka understood.
"I know," he said, softly.
"I'm… sorry. Um… but she really didn't deal with it well. She got kind of clingy, which, now that I'm an adult, I can understand a lot better. Maybe not perfectly, I haven't had any kind of relationship like she must have had with my dad, but…" he paused. "Anyway, one night she got drunk. She… called me by his name. I wasn't even ten yet and it freaked me out." He took another drink from his bottle. "When I think about it now, it seems kind of silly, but it's always been there. Now, I don’t feel right without it there." He glanced up at Iruka. "Tetsu doesn't really know. I think he suspects, but he's never asked."
"You didn't have to tell me." Iruka frowned. "But I don't think it's silly. We all deal with things in our own ways. I'm sorry."
"No, really, it's okay." He took a deep breath. "It's kind of weird to talk about it. Truthfully, I don't consciously think about it all that much anymore."
"I can believe that." He considered him a moment. "Everyone has secrets, things they don't tell just anyone. Including me."
Izumo raised his eyebrows. "You don't have to tell me."
"It's fair." He unbuttoned his shirt and Izumo stared a moment. Then he did something that really shocked him. He shrugged it off of his left shoulder and there, on Iruka's arm was none other than an ANBU tattoo. He looked up at his face, then back at the tattoo again.
"Um… can't you get in trouble for telling me that? Not that I'm upset or anything…" He smiled.
Iruka shook his head. "I left. Several years ago. I had a… bad mission, bad even for ANBU and I left shortly thereafter."
"Wow. I always thought it was one of those things you got into and didn't leave." He shook his head. "I'm very sorry for what you had to go through."
"It was a long time ago." He said, his eyes slightly unfocused and Izumo imagined he was probably remembering. He'd seen that look on some of the jounin when they'd returned from bad missions. He reached out and touched the other man, running his hand softly down his jaw. "Iruka?" The other man looked up at him again and the unfocused look seemed to fade.
They stared at each other for another moment, then Izumo felt himself leaning forward. He paused, just a few centimeters from Iruka's lips. He glanced up into the brown eyes, then back down and closed the distance.
Barely a touch. Barely a brush of those lips against his, but it was enough to pull him in and make him want so much more. They broke apart, breathing uneven and he pushed his fingers through that hair. God, that hair. Iruka's hands went through his and their lips met again. He traced his tongue along the other man's bottom lip and he opened to him.
He'd always been a bit more aggressive than his partners when it came to kissing and it didn’t even occur to him to do it differently this time. He slid his tongue into the other man's mouth, slowly at first, tasting the sake, the whiskey and something else, something sweet. Something, Izumo realized, was probably all Iruka.
He took his time with it, trying different things, learning what the other man liked. He liked a combination of long slow kisses and light nibbles. And he discovered that Iruka was just as good at learning. He found Izumo's weakness quickly, exploiting the fact that he liked his tongue sucked on lightly.
They pulled back again, struggling for air and Izumo paused. Deciding to let instinct guide him as much as he could, he started making a trail along the younger man's chin, pausing to inhale his scent when he got to that hair. God, that hair was something. He found a spot behind Iruka's ear that made him gasp and he used it, tormenting it with his lips, then working his way down that neck.
He felt the younger man's arms go around him, tugging at the shirt he was wearing. He pulled back and their eyes met. He took it off, tossing it to the side, then moved back in, resuming his trail of kisses. The bare hands on his skin felt so good and he pondered it briefly. They were different, very different than what he was used to. Not just in size, though that was obvious, but they were rough. Even as a teacher, he knew Iruka did his share of missions, his share of rough jobs. And the friction over his back felt really good.
They slid down over the muscles to rest at his waistband and he pulled back again to stare into the other man's eyes. Their lips crashed together and this kiss heated fast. He nearly yanked Iruka against him, his own arms going around him, pressing that chest against his own. "You feel good…" he moaned quietly.
This was answered with a moan from Iruka and he started nipping and nibbling his way down Izumo's neck. His head fell back, giving him better access and it didn't register at first that his hair fell away from his face.
"Much better," Iruka whispered and he opened his eyes to see the younger man looking at him. That's when he realized he was seeing him with both of his eyes. The other man reached up and brushed the hair back a little more, then leaned in and kissed him again.
He forgot all about his hair, all about everything but those lips, god, those lips. He got frustrated with just how far apart they were, wanting to feel more of that body against him, and he pulled on Iruka, both of them crashing back onto the couch. He felt the other man's arousal against his own and moaned. He bucked gently against it and watched as Iruka's eyes closed, too, from the feel.
God, he could come just from that. He didn't want to, though. He wanted more, so much more. He stopped moving, concentrating again on kissing, just kissing. When had kissing been this good? Just lips moving, tongues warring?
SHIT! He felt the chakra signature with just seconds to spare. He made a quick decision, gathered chakra of his own and transported them to his bed. Iruka's eyebrows went up and he smiled. "Anxious?"
He cleared his throat. "Tetsu's home."
"Ah. Do… you want me to go?" Iruka asked and Izumo couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes. He paused for only a brief few seconds before shaking his head. No, he really didn't want him to leave.
"No... I really don't." He swallowed his doubts, reached up and brushed Iruka's hair away from his face, then pulled him down for another kiss. He heard Tetsu pause outside of his door, but he ignored it, concentrating instead on the man in his arms. He focused more on those incredible lips, that crazy tongue. And after the briefest of hesitations, it was returned.
They heard the retreating footsteps and Iruka leaned up, glancing away from him. "You don't have to… you don't have to keep doing this, you know."
Izumo stared at him a moment, then reached up and turned his head back again. "Didn't I tell you to stay? Does it feel…" he bucked against him, "like I don't want to?"
"No. No, it definitely feels like you want to." He paused, looking over Izumo's face carefully. "Have you ever… done anything with a man?" He asked and Izumo shook his head.
"Nothing… well, I'll tell you later, but nothing that applies here, I can promise you that. But I figure you have and I can learn." He chuckled. "You are a teacher, aren't you?"
Iruka laughed, delightedly. "I've never taught anything like this."

Kotetsu sat bolt-upright on his bed. That was a male voice. There was no mistaking that. The person in Zumo's room with him was male. He blushed, but moved closer to the wall and leaned in, putting his ear against it. "I've never taught anything like this."
His eyes widened and he pulled back quickly. Iruka?!? No way! Shit! He was in there with Iruka! And that definitely sounded like a sexy laugh. Oh God, what was he going to do? He couldn’t stay there and listen to them have sex. No way, not in a million years.
He refused to examine why he didn't want to hear them having sex. He had Kakashi, didn't he? Even if he'd gotten called away for a mission. But he'd had Kakashi, or, rather, Kakashi had had him, before he left.   More than once. In more than one way. Kotetsu shifted his thinking carefully.
No, no, he could not stay there and listen. He went out to the living room, but if he listened carefully - hell, even if he tried not to listen, there were still sounds that leaked out. How had he never noticed that before?
Because Izumo had only rarely ever brought someone home. And the few times he did, Kotetsu himself had been very wrapped up in what he'd been doing and so, hadn't paid attention. He didn't want to leave because the only place he could really think to go was the Krooked Kunai. He had a feeling he'd spend what was left of the night hearing about either his relationship with Kakashi or about Iruka and Izumo leaving the bar together.
Oh shit. Well, he couldn't stay. Regardless of where he went, he had to go, he could not hear this. He pulled his sandals on quickly and slipped out as quietly as he could.

Izumo used the laughter to his advantage, hooked a leg around Iruka's and rolled them over so that he was above the other man. It put more pressure on their hard cocks and he groaned and had to take a moment to refocus himself. Dear God, that felt… insane. Unconsciously, he rubbed himself against the other man.
"That feels so good," Iruka moaned. "I could come just from that, but I don't want to. Don't want this over too soon." So saying, he wrapped his arms around Izumo and grabbed onto his butt, holding him still.
Izumo worked to get himself together. He felt like some genin, fumbling around with his first encounter. In a way, he was, the first one with a man, but God nothing had felt like this before. He dropped his head on Iruka's shoulder, trying to simply slow his breathing a little bit and see if he could find his sanity.
He gave himself a moment as they both tried to just calm down some, then he leaned up and captured the other man's lips again. He used everything he'd learned so far, and was rewarded with the nails scraping down his back, those long legs wrapping around him and a low moan coming from the other man. They broke apart and Iruka whispered, "I want you inside me. Badly."
Izumo groaned and pulled back. He fumbled with the button on Iruka's pants, then pulled at them as the younger man lifted his hips. When he stripped them and his underwear away, tossing it off the edge of the bed, though, he found himself staring at the straining cock in front of him. It was slightly smaller than his, but the size didn't really register to him. He was just too focused on the glistening tip, the pre-cum dripping slowly down the underside. He glanced up at Iruka, then leaned down to it.
He wrapped his hand around it gently, stroking it once or twice, keeping his eyes on the other man's face. Iruka closed his eyes and he could see the struggle the younger man was going through to hold on. But Izumo wanted to taste, feel this against his lips, in his mouth and so he reached out tentatively with his tongue.
Oh, that was good. He heard an answering gasp from above him, and he spent some time learning this, too. He had been complimented a time or two on that sort of thing when he'd been with women. He'd done it, because they'd liked it, but he'd never quite enjoyed it the way he was with this. He moved his mouth down over Iruka's length, swallowing it as much as he could.
He found his gag reflex pretty quickly, but discovered that he could work around it if he relaxed his throat muscles. He worked on the other man, thoroughly loving the taste and feel, and especially the reactions Iruka had to what he did. He paid attention, finding the little things that he reacted to, the moans the came when he did something right.
But before too long, he felt the younger man tugging at his hair. "Please, I'm going to come, dear God stop," he said on a loud groan. Izumo considered ignoring him, but remembered Iruka saying he wanted more, wanted to feel him inside, so he let go and sat up.
He pulled his own pants and boxers off, and tossed them aside. He paused to reach into the bedside table and pulled out a condom. Iruka took it from him, leaning up and capturing his lips in another of those insane kisses. He was so focused on it that Izumo almost didn't register that the latex was rolled down over his cock and onto him.
Iruka laid back and pulled him down with him and their lips crashed together again. Izumo couldn't seem to get enough of this, just kissing dear God, it was crazy. He ran his hands up over Iruka's chest to bury them again in that incredible hair.
They broke apart briefly and Iruka groaned. "Fuck. I don’t suppose you have any lube, do you?"
It took him a second to register the question. Duh, that didn't work the same as it did for women. "Actually, I do. I had a few girlfriends who liked anal." He leaned over and dug the bottle out of the back of his drawer, handing it to the younger man.
"Thank God," he muttered, opening it. "Give me your fingers." Izumo did and Iruka squeezed a bit of the liquid over them. "You have to stretch me open a bit." He guided Izumo's hand down between his legs.   This time he was glad for his quick mind, and Izumo caught on. He started with one, but realized quickly he didn't need to. He'd figure some of that out later, he was too far gone at the moment to wonder too much.
He turned back and took those lips again as he did his best to open and stretch Iruka to get him ready to take him. He felt the muscles twitch a little and knew that the other man was making a conscious effort to relax, too. Grateful he had a bit of experience with anal, he got to a point he thought might be good and removed them.
He pulled back, grabbed the bottle to make sure he was covered, then, meeting Iruka's eyes, he positioned himself. The younger man lifted his legs and Izumo started to push into him.   God, this felt so incredibly good. It was different, even, than anal with a woman, but he didn't want to think about that in that moment, so he shoved it aside and concentrated, instead, on Iruka. He was tight, maybe tighter than he should be and the older man had a moment to hope he didn't hurt him.
But God it was insane, how good it felt. He took his time, slowly entering him until finally - finally, he was completely buried. "Oh God, that's incredible. You're…" he swallowed, trying to remember how to breathe, "you're so tight."
Iruka himself seemed to be having trouble breathing. "You…" he blushed. "You're not exactly small." Izumo blushed, too, but then Iruka shifted his hips a little and the older man understood he wanted him to start moving.
He took it slow, wanting, more than anything, for this to last. His first time, their first time together. And despite being new and feeling completely inept, he wanted, needed Iruka to enjoy it, too.
They found a rhythm, despite his inexperience with it and he was surprised when he saw the younger man moan loudly when he hit something inside. Then he realized he'd hit his prostate. So he shifted, changing the angle a little and managed to hit it again. When he concentrated, he could rub it just right, or, at least, that's what he thought, as Iruka started to make the most beautiful sounds. His legs tightened around Izumo's waist and those nails clawed down his back again.
But he wasn't going to hold on long and despite how good it seemed that it was for Iruka, he had a feeling that alone wasn't enough. He channeled a bit of chakra to help hold himself up and he wrapped one hand around the other man's cock. He started stroking it, concentrating on trying to match their rhythm the best he could and it helped him hold off a little better. He really wanted to see and feel him come before he let go himself.
"Fuck. Oh god, Izumo!" He shouted, his hands grabbing onto the headboard for purchase.
Izumo leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Zumo. Call me Zumo when you come." He tightened his grip a little on Iruka's cock and stroked it just a little faster, then shifted again, hitting his prostate directly. He was having such a hard time holding on himself that if Iruka didn't come soon, he was going to lose it anyway, despite his best efforts. "Come, please, Iruka, come…" he nearly begged.
"Fuck. ZUMO!" He screamed when that spot was hit once more and Izumo felt the warm fluid spill out over his hand and spray their chests.
The sight of his lover coming was all it took. He thrust hard once more into the other man and his own orgasm crashed into him. It was incredibly hard, so hard he thought he'd lost the ability to see and hear. "IRUKA!"
He vaguely registered collapsing onto the other man, was only barely aware of the legs tightening and the arms coming around him. He had no idea how long he lay there, trying to remember how to breathe, how to think. He realized he was probably very heavy and tried to lean up.
"Don't go anywhere yet. This feels good in itself." Iruka whispered.
Izumo held the other man as much as he could from his awkward position and looked into the other man's face. The look in Iruka's eyes couldn't be deciphered, but something was wrong, he knew it. "Iruka?"
He looked away, staring instead at the ceiling and shook his head. "Nothing. I'm fine."
Izumo looked at him a moment, then pulled out of him and rolled to the other man's side. He pulled Iruka into his arms and tilted his face up, forcing him to look at him. "Talk to me. Did… did I do something wrong?"
Iruka shook his head quickly. "No. No, you didn't." He took a deep breath. "I'm… not sure if this was the best idea."
Izumo raised an eyebrow. "If what was? Having sex? Or something else?"
Iruka swallowed hard, still refusing to meet his eyes. "Izumo… who were you thinking of?"
The older man blinked at him a moment, completely confused. Then it hit him. They'd started this whole thing with the intention of making the other two jealous. And the idea that maybe Iruka had been thinking of Kakashi instead of him hurt, even if their intention was, in the end, to get the other two's attention. So he had a feeling that Iruka thought he, Izumo, was thinking of Kotetsu instead.
He looked up, trying to find the right words. "Iruka, since we've been in here, there's only one person I've thought about. I… know why we started this, I know what our goal… is…" he stumbled a little over that, but refused to examine it further at that moment. "But… despite that, you're the only one I've thought about, hell, most of the evening since you started talking to me in the bar." He paused, thinking through his own screwed up feelings. "Who were you thinking of?"
He glanced down to see Iruka staring at his chest. "You. And, maybe, that's part of the problem."
Izumo raised an eyebrow. "How is that?'
"If… if we started this with the intention of making them jealous, and we… we have a problem with us thinking about them instead of each other…" he trailed off with a shrug.
Right. If they did end up caring about each other and they succeeded, then what? That hadn't entered his mind when he'd come up with the plan. He frowned. It was too late to turn back and not have sex that night. That was done.
But now what? Could they really just pretend to date or something? He had a feeling if he was alone with this man for any length of time, he'd have a hard time not wanting him. So that wasn't likely to work. Because they couldn't 'date' and not at least make it look like they were spending time alone. No one would believe for one minute, especially after leaving the bar that night the way they did, that they were happy just going to dinner or whatever.
He glanced down to see Iruka watching him. "Do you love him?"
Iruka frowned. "I don't know, to tell you the truth. I really haven't been given the chance to find out."
Izumo thought it over a little more. "What if, instead of pretending to date, we really do?" When Iruka looked up at that, he said, "look, Tetsu's my best friend and that's not likely to ever change, but I don't know if I love him that way, either. Maybe we can just give each other a chance. If it doesn't work out, it doesn't. If they get jealous and we're both happy about it, maybe we'll just… be happy about it. In… In the mean time, we'll just make a promise that when we're here, in bed, we're with each other."
Iruka stared at him a moment. "I think we can do that." He ran a hand down Izumo's face and the older man bent to him, kissing him again. They got lost in the kiss for a while, then pulled back. "We're alone again. Want to go get cleaned up a bit? And… do you want to stay?"
Iruka smiled. "Yeah. I think I'd like that."
"Well, then, let's see about that shower." He stood up and pulled the other man with him, pausing to wrap his arms around him. Their lips met again and it felt a little odd, kissing someone taller than him, but he found he didn't mind one bit. Especially when it took them a long time to actually get to the shower.
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Memories	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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