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Illusion and Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Kotetsu lay on his back, one arm thrown over his head, staring at the ceiling. His friend and� lover was laying next to him, still asleep, judging by the sound of the man's breathing. He glanced to the side and looked over the long, lean form, taking in the tight muscles, smooth, if somewhat scarred, skin and hidden strength in that incredible body.

Genma was laying on his stomach, his arms stretched over his head, brown hair falling over his face. A few strands fluttered with each exhale and Kotetsu rolled onto his side and pushed the offending strands out of the other man's face. Gen stirred a little, settling further down into the pillow, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Last night had been a� surprise to Tetsu. Not the sex so much - and Kotetsu forced his thoughts away from that for a moment, lest he cause himself more problems than he already had. No, the sex itself hadn't surprised him.

He'd always been something of a playboy, so good sex in itself wasn't unusual. But that playboy status had died a quick death at the realization of his feelings for his best friend. He'd stopped fucking around when they got home after the war, the appeal of it having pretty much disappeared. Oh he still did a couple of times, but it wasn't nearly as often as he once had.

Before that, he'd had plenty of sex with lots of different partners. There didn't seem to be a shortage of shinobi who either preferred other men or who had gotten to the point that they didn't have a preference. Any gender would do for them.

That happened a lot, especially with the elite. Kotetsu figured it had something to do with the idea that these elite ninja could kill a person with little more than a look. A lot of people had a hard time having sex with someone like that - putting themselves in that situation was rather hard for some to relax, much less fuck. And so the elite often found themselves in the rather surprising situation of taking what they could get.

Kotetsu, on the other hand hadn't been afraid of them one bit. The danger hadn't bothered him because he knew they'd never hurt him. So he'd never had trouble finding a bed partner. Or an alleyway blow job or a fuck in the hallway in the back of the Kunai. And he'd certainly participated in plenty of all three. He liked sex and hadn't thought much of going after it.

But after the war and after his realization, he'd stopped picking people up, except for two times when he'd hit pure desperation and his hand just wasn't enough. He'd stopped fucking in the back of the bar, stopped blowing and getting blown in the darker corners and quiet out-of-the-way places. He didn't want them anymore.

Because what he'd wanted was Izumo. Or, rather, he realized that what didn't satisfy about all of those back-alley blow jobs and quick fucks was that they weren't with the one person he really wanted to have sex with. He had no idea what those types of encounters would be like with Izumo, but he'd have been willing to bet several missions' worth of pay that it was way beyond anything he'd had with the near strangers.

He'd been a little surprised at himself for suggesting what he did to Genma. And even more surprised when Gen had agreed, knowing what he did about the other man's feelings for Raidou. It did make a certain amount of sense, though, considering the situation they were both in.

Then they'd gone out and danced. The heat in the brand-new Kunai, despite the fans that were running, was insane. Lots of bodies everywhere, plenty of them bumping into his, but the kicker was Genma not just bumping into him, but grinding up against him. They'd been insanely aroused before ever leaving the Kunai. It had actually surprised him that they'd managed to leave the bar before doing something.

He snickered quietly at the memory of the first fuck. They'd only barely made it inside the door. It had taken little more than five minutes from first kiss to orgasm. He would have been embarrassed if Gen hadn't gone just as fast as he had.

But that was the only one that had been that fast. No, the rest had taken a lot longer. And this was the confusing part. This was what had him lying there, now, staring at the other man, trying to sort through the thoughts in his head.

He'd spent a long time last night learning Genma's body, what the other man liked, and what made him react. He'd found every spot he could that made the man moan, every place to nibble that drew a gasp and learned exactly how fast or slow he could go to drive his lover insane. He'd listened, tasted, touched and smelled and the surprising part of it was just how much he'd wanted to and even more so - how much he'd enjoyed it.

He hadn't been an ass or anything with the people he'd been with before. But most of them had been those quick fucks and he'd been no more selfish than his partner had been. The goal been to get off, that was all. Even when he'd gone home with someone or taken home a bed partner, he hadn't spent that kind of time on the other person. His 'date' hadn't spent it on him, either, for that matter. They'd fucked, usually hard and fast, and that had been it. Oh, he always made sure they finished, did his damnedest to make it good for them, but that was as far as it went. He'd had more than a few come back to him again, so he couldn't have been that bad. But that wasn't the point.

He had, in fact, even fucked Genma once before - in the old Kunai, to be exact. They'd been dancing, it was hot and crowded and they'd both been more than a little drunk. They'd been horny as hell; he and Genma had been practically fucking on the dance floor as it was, and decided to do more. And Kotetsu had taken the other man up against the wall in the back hallway. That had been nothing like this.

No, last night had been very different. He'd spent nearly an hour with Genma tied to the bed - at Gen's suggestion- running his lips over every single inch of skin. He'd used his tongue, his fingers, and his palms, tasting, touching and teasing every possible spot on the other man's body. He'd done everything he could think of to arouse and torment until the taller man was practically begging to be fucked and still Kotetsu wouldn't give in. No, just when Genma thought Kotetsu would finally - finally take him, Tetsu had instead set about to suck him until he cried in frustration.

And he'd taken his time there, too. He'd traced his tongue over every vein, wrinkle and crease on the other man's cock. He'd licked at every tiny bump, every bit of skin, swallowed every drop of sweet fluid. Then, he'd moved down and tormented Gen's balls next, slowly kissing, licking and sucking on each one.

By this point, Genma really was begging. But Kotetsu wouldn't give in, ignoring him still and continued down the other man's taint and on to that tight little muscle guarding his entrance. He spent more time there, playing with it for a while. He ran his tongue over it, circled it, thoroughly teased every tiny little spot on it before finally pushing in with his tongue. And then, when Genma was sure there'd be a reprieve, that Kotetsu would finally give him what he wanted� the younger man backed off entirely until he'd calmed down.

When Gen had, he pushed his finger into the other man� just one. Kotetsu moved it just fast enough for him to feel it, but slow enough that it didn't do anything for him. He sped up gradually, finally adding a second finger and somewhere in there, started teasing his lover's prostate. Gen got to the point of almost screaming, and still, Kotetsu continued the torment. He'd found he loved to watch the other man nearly beg for release.

But no. He didn't give in. He backed up again, watching Genma struggle for breath and sanity, head flopping back onto the pillow in sheer frustration and need. He waited until Genma had calmed down, stopped nearly shouting with all of that frustration, could breathe and almost think.

And then Kotetsu had started all over again.

It wasn't until much, much later, when Genma was truly incoherent, that Tetsu had pushed his cock into the tight heat of his lover's body, his own dick just as hard as Gen's and he, himself, as insane as the man under him. And then he'd finally sent Gen over the edge. It had taken approximately three thrusts - maybe more. Maybe. He'd never even touched Genma's dick. And in those few thrusts, they'd both come incredibly hard and at the same time, shouting their pleasure at the top of their lungs, their names on each other's lips.

They'd had to shower again after that, both of them an unbelievable mess. The shower had been enough for Genma to recover his wits and energy. They'd spent enough time washing each other, touching each other, that they were already starting to get aroused before they even got out. But this time, Gen had tied Kotetsu down.

And returned the favor.

Kotetsu had lost all track of time and place. The only thing he knew was the pleasure flowing through him and the man giving it to him. Genma had been just as thorough, as attentive, learned as much, taken as much time as Kotetsu had. And in the end, when Genma had slid into Kotetsu, it had been just as explosive and just as powerful as the orgasm before it.

Yet another shower, but this one had been short and this time when they stretched out - on the third set of clean sheets, they lay together and simply talked. Yet another first for Kotetsu, and, he would find out, a first for Gen, too. They were friends, yes, and that made a bit of a difference, but there was something else that nudged them into it, too. Something that neither would readily recognize.

The conversation had been all over the place, a myriad of topics that he would never be able to recall specifically. He would just discover that he later remembered the things about the other man that he'd been told. Like the foods he liked, favorite music and movies, that he liked to read, the fact that he hated wearing socks, even in winter and that his oral fixation stretched to much more than senbon needles. Though he might have remembered that more from the rest of the night, rather than their conversation.

And then somewhere in the witching hour, that darkest time in the latest parts of the night, he leaned over during a lull in conversation. He'd hesitated just barely, hovering a fraction of an inch away from the other man. They'd held there, barely breathing, his eyes darting from the hazel ones staring at him in a combination of disbelief, want, need and something else, something unreadable - down to the pale slightly parted lips and back again. Then finally, he'd closed the distance and brushed his mouth oh so lightly across Genma's. There was nothing to start it, nothing that prompted it, just the urge to kiss. And as he followed through on it, he'd woven his fingers through the long brown strands, holding the taller man close.

He'd learned over the course of the night that his lover liked to kiss, but rarely did so, much like him. Part of it was a refusal to get too close to the other person - neither of them had wanted that, nor were ready for it and kissing was one sure fired way to turn it from fucking to more. Part of it was that the type of fucking he usually did wasn't something that lent itself to kissing. Back alleys and dark hallways for blow jobs and fucks weren't exactly the kind of romantic setting begging for the partners to lock lips. No, expediency was the name of that game.

He'd also learned that it really turned Genma on if he sucked lightly on the other man's tongue. He'd discovered that Gen also liked light nibbles and nips on his lips and doing so would pull a low moan from the taller man's throat. And he'd found that he could make the older man more than a little insane if he paused and held himself just a breath away from his lover's lips, hovering, waiting. Genma would get frustrated and pull him in and the kiss would get hotter, deeper and more intense in a flash.

He used all of it, every bit he'd learned. He'd kissed his way down that long, slender neck, nipping here and nibbling there, finally sucking a bit of skin into his mouth and leaving a mark that he realized he liked seeing there, on Genma's neck. He pushed that off to examine later and slowly and thoroughly aroused the other man until they were both once more quite crazy and bordering on desperate.

And then he'd pushed slowly into his lover, and they lost themselves completely in the other person. They'd moved together, found a rhythm that was at once slow and yet not. They'd touched, kissed, thrilled in the feel each other, the sensations of slick, sweaty skin sliding along skin. They'd savored the smells and tastes of the other person, of arousal, of want. When they went off the edge, they'd done it together, calling each other's names one more time. And finally, when they'd calmed down, they curled up together and fell asleep as the sun was just peeking over the horizon.

It had been one hell of a night.

Kotetsu propped his head on his hand and watched the other man's eyebrows knit in a frown. He was dreaming something and Kotetsu had the crazy urge to lean over and kiss Genma's forehead to get rid of the frown. He shook his head at himself, no idea where all of that came from.

He still had no idea where the night before came from.

He'd never stayed before. That was also new. He'd gone home with others, but they'd fucked and he'd left. He'd never considered sleeping next to them. Though, Genma would have been the exception, anyway, had he asked.

But he hadn't exactly asked. They'd wrapped their arms around each other, settled in and just fallen asleep, as if it hadn't even been a question. And Kotetsu guessed it kind of hadn't been. Almost as if it had been a given.

He shook his head, like he could somehow shake the questions away. Maybe none of it mattered, maybe he didn't need to wonder about all of this. He and Gen got along well. They were good friends, better even now than they were the night before and not all of it because of the sex. He knew much more of the other man and that man knew him better. They were good in bed together and enjoyed each other's company. Maybe that's all it needed to be.

Like they'd both pointed out the night before, if they couldn't have who they wanted, at least, not yet then maybe they could have something close with each other.

Unable to resist any longer, he reached out a hand and touched the silky hair, tucking it back behind one ear. Kotetsu's eyes widened a little when Genma turned his face into the touch. But he reminded himself that the other man was still asleep and didn't know what he was doing.

Even he could admit to wanting things like that sometimes - simple touches and the like - at least to himself. And if he could admit it to himself, then he would likely do the same thing if it was done to him in his sleep. But even so, he found himself caught a little off guard to see it from Genma.

"Mmm. Tetsu," Genma breathed, and Kotetsu's eyebrows shot up. He'd thought the other man was asleep.

"Sorry, Gen, didn't mean to wake you," he whispered, though he didn't really need to. The quiet room just seemed to kind of beg him to not talk loud. Like the quiet would shatter into a million little pieces if he spoke beyond that breath of sound.

But Genma didn't answer. He took a deeper, sort of shuddering breath, and then went back to the same even breathing he'd been doing.

Kotetsu blinked. Had Gen been� dreaming about him? He shook his head, unwilling to believe something like that. Perhaps he just knew on some level that it was Tetsu with him in bed. And that knowledge had leaked through. That was a little easier to believe, though still a bit of a surprise.

Tetsu moved a tiny bit closer, wanting to touch just a little more - though he wouldn't admit to himself why, and Gen shifted then, turning and pulling him in. He found himself wound up in the other man's arms, their legs tangling together, hard cocks rubbing and his eyes nearly crossed. He'd been doing a pretty good job up until that point of ignoring his aroused state. But that was a lot more difficult to do when he was tight up against the sexy body of his lover, erections brushing, naked skin touching from shoulder to toe.

With no clue what to do with it, he simply wrapped his arms around the other man and settled in. Genma still wasn't acting like he was awake. His breathing had evened out again and he seemed as relaxed as any shinobi ever is in sleep. He tried to shift enough so that their cocks weren't rubbing quite so much, but it was useless.

He gave up and resigned himself to the torture. Instead he studied the man next to him and thought about the possibilities of the future. What if Izumo and Raido really were in love? Where would that leave them in the end?

He stared at the other man's face and wondered if he could let go of Izumo enough, at some point, to love Genma. He let it turn over in his mind as he watched his lover sleep. He'd have to let go, at least, if it came down to it. If Izumo and Raido really ended up together, he couldn't hold on to his best friend forever, at least when it came to love. That would just end up causing all sorts of problems, not the least of which would be resentment. And probably end in losing said best friend.

He didn't know if it could lead to love for the man currently tangled up with him or not. Up until a few months ago, he would never have considered the idea that he could fall in love, ever, much less twice. But that had certainly changed for him and now that he felt it, now that he'd experienced it, he wasn't sure he wanted to completely be without it, either.

But what he felt wouldn't matter. If Genma didn't feel the same about him, if the taller man couldn't let go of his feelings for Raidou, it wouldn't make a bit of difference how he, Kotetsu, felt.

He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away. He wasn't ready to give up on Izumo just yet. He intended to fight for him, he just hadn't yet figured out how. And in that vein, he knew Gen wasn't quite ready to give up on Raidou yet, either. So the whole thing was a moot point, at least for the present.

He sighed, letting the thoughts go, since he couldn't figure it all out then, anyway. Something of his mood must have transmitted to Genma because the other man's forehead scrunched up again. This time, Kotetsu gave in and brushed his lips across his lover's brow. When he pulled back, the forehead had smoothed out and Gen's face had relaxed again.

Kotetsu was just starting to think about maybe trying to go back to sleep, his eyes fixed on the wall behind Genma, his thoughts still churning through his head when he heard the very quiet, "Morning."

He looked back down at his friend. "Hi," he greeted the other man, grinning. "Well, we managed to not kill each other."

Genma's lips spread into a matching grin. "I think that's a miracle. Probably a good thing, though."

"Yeah. I'm not sure Konoha would be too happy if we died that way. Can you imagine the epitaph?"

Genma laughed. "I think I'd rather not."

Their grins faded as the events of the night before came back to them both. Not the early parts, no. Tying each other to the bed, mind-blowing sex, that wasn't something to give them pause, even if it was somewhat unusual. The conversation, even, as different as that was, didn't make them stop and question.

No, none of that was enough to make either of them stare at the other person in� fear? Nervousness? Wonder? Neither of those things was something to make them swallow around suddenly dry throats or make their hearts start to beat harder than they should be for just waking up next to a friend that they fucked.

No, it was the memory of the last time they'd� had sex. Kotetsu wanted to think the word 'fuck' but his mind stumbled over it when he tried to attribute it to that last time. He tried to make it stick, but it wouldn't. He didn't know what that meant, if anything - either his inability to name it or the act itself.

He wanted to shrug it off, grin, make a joke, or maybe another comment about killing each other. But he couldn't seem to do any of that. His mind refused to cooperate, the jokes and light-hearted comments stuck in his throat.

His breathing got more difficult, and the rise and fall of his chest mirrored Genma's. He became acutely aware of the body up against his, the minute distance of the lips he'd learned the taste of so well the night before. Hazel eyes darted to his mouth, then back to his eyes and that was the only warning he got.

A second later, Genma had moved in, their lips were fused and bodies straining toward each other. The other man rolled them and landed on top of Kotetsu, rocking into him, both sets of hands going everywhere. One found its way into ebony locks, another fisting in brown ones, a third cupping one toned ass cheek, pulling more insistently on the body that ass was attached to.

Nips shifted to bites, the hands tugged at hair, and bodies rocked more insistently. When air became more demanding, they broke apart, staring at each other again, shock clearly written on each face. Stunned, perhaps, at how hard the need had hit, how sharp the want was. They crashed together once more and Kotetsu rolled them again, settling between Gen's legs, biting and kissing his way down over the other man's neck, sucking hard at the collarbone and leaving yet another dark mark behind.

"Fuck, don't play," Genma groaned, one hand diving under the pillow for the bottle they'd left there the night before. "Need you," he muttered, pulling Tetsu in and nipping again at the shorter man's lips.

Tetsu groaned at the tone of voice, his own body responding even more to the demand from Genma. He pulled away from those addictive lips and sat back, popping open the bottle. Gen sat up, however, unable to let go for even that long, his lips moving over his lover's neck and leaving his own set of marks, while Kotetsu coated fingers. He moaned quietly when the other man found the spot on his neck that drove him insane and exploited it.

"Can't� oh God, can't do any� anything when� fuck�" he trailed off when the nibble turned into a hard bite and he knew he'd have his own marks from the night. He wrapped one arm around Gen, pulling the other man up to straddle his lap.

He dropped the bottle, wrapped his other arm around the body against his and busied his lips with pale skin. His slick fingers found Genma's entrance and he pushed two of them in, the need to be inside his lover taking over with a speed that stunned. He heard a loud grunt from the other man as he worked to stretch him, then felt another sharp bite on his shoulder. Gen sat up and their lips met once more before he whimpered a quiet, need-filled "please."

"Lay back, babe," Kotetsu whispered and the other man obeyed, Tetsu following him down. A few seconds later, he was buried in the tight heat, those long, muscular legs wrapped around his waist, his eyes closed as he desperately fought for control. "Fuck, you feel good."

"Nngh� so do you," Genma husked, reaching for the headboard to brace himself as Tetsu started to move. "Oh God, Tetsu�"

A low moan escaped Kotetsu's throat at those words, his already waning control going even faster. He forced himself to pay attention to the other man, shifting his weight and wrapping a hand around Genma's cock. Despite focusing on the other man, however, his lover's body felt too good and before long, his thrusts were harder, his hips moving faster, his eyes squeezed shut as the sensations flooded him.

"Nngh� Gen� too� oh God, too good�" Tetsu moaned. He was rewarded with answering grunts, tightening legs and nails causing small crescent-moon shaped dents in his arm. Damned near desperate to make it last, he sat back and pulled out, nudging Gen onto his side. He lifted one of the taller man's legs and braced it against his shoulder, then pushed back into the tight body.

"Oh fuck!" Genma nearly shouted. His head fell back, brown hair sweaty and matted to his face, eyes squeezed shut as the subsequent moans and grunts fell from his lips. One of his hands went to his own cock, fisting it furiously, as they both neared the edge.

"Mmph, Gen, fuck�" Kotetsu moved faster, pumped harder, shifting to find the right angle. He knew he'd found it when the sounds from his lover got much, much louder. Tetsu worked it, pushing for Gen's orgasm, wanting to both see and hear the pleasure wash through him.

And a few moments later, he was rewarded, "Oh God, so close� so fucking� close, Tetsu�" Genma's hand moved faster, his body tensed, his muscles flexed around Kotetsu's cock and without warning the pleasure blind-sided the younger man.

"OH FUCK, GENMA!" The shout had to have been heard by the neighbors, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "I'm� fuck� coming, oh God�" Kotetsu's thrusts turned erratic and he only vaguely registered the other man's shout and climax, too busy riding out the orgasm tearing through his own nerves, screaming through his cock and out into the other man.

He fell forward, Gen's leg dropping off to the side and he braced himself on his hands. His cock was still spasming inside his lover's body, the muscles of the other man's ass clenching around him and milking him as the last of Genma's climax faded. He panted hard, trying desperately to chase oxygen, but the damned stuff seemed awfully elusive.

When he was finally able to fill his lungs, he eased out of the incredible body he was still buried in and fell to the bed next to him. One hand landed on Genma's hip, the need to touch something he wasn't interested in examining, but something he was, at least, willing to indulge in.

Genma rolled onto his back, his own hand coming to rest on Kotetsu's thigh. Neither said anything for long moments, caught somewhere between unsure of what to say and unwilling to recognize whatever had taken hold of them.

Kotetsu didn't know why the thought of reaching down and simply holding Genma's hand worried him, when, just a few moments before he'd been buried in the man's body and screaming the man's name, but it did. He shoved the weird thought aside and clasped the other man's hand, anyway. Genma turned his head and their eyes met, expressions unreadable, both of them still unwilling to break the silence.

Their bodies spoke for them. Two stomachs growled into the quiet room and whatever doubts, fears and worries had taken over were summarily dismissed as other physical needs made themselves known. They grinned at each other then. "Guess I know what we need to do next." Genma chuckled.

Kotetsu laughed. "Yeah, guess so." He paused, anyway when he sat up and leaned in to kiss one more time. Genma returned it, deepening it almost to the point of getting lost again, until their stomachs growled even louder.

"Right. Food. Come on, let's see what we can find." Genma chuckled and they finally rolled out of bed.

After a brief pause to clean up a bit, they headed into the kitchen. Kotetsu had to force himself to stay by the doorway when Genma bent over to dig through the refrigerator. The other man's ass was way too tempting. "I've got some leftovers," he offered, standing up and turning around.

Some of the heat in Kotetsu's eyes must have still been there, because another of Genma's lopsided grins appeared. "Food, Tetsu," he said, dragging a laugh from the shorter man. "Then we can work on trying to kill each other again." He placed the leftover cartons on the counter and paused to drop another kiss onto Kotetsu's lips.

Tetsu dragged the other man up against him and deepened it, then let him go. "Good. I'm not sure I'm quite done with you, yet," he murmured.

Genma chuckled. "Not done with me yet? I don't see myself being done with you for a long time�" he said, then stopped. He swallowed and stared into the slanted eyes as he realized just what he said and how that could be taken.

Because Genma also realized he wasn't quite sure how he meant it.

Kotetsu had picked up on it, too. He brushed his lips over Genma's again, then met the hazel eyes. "Yeah, same here," he whispered.

They held there a moment, neither of them speaking or moving, then Genma stepped back and turned to the stove. Raidou's face flashed through his mind and he suddenly felt like he was somehow cheating on the big man. It was ridiculous and he reminded himself of that. He wasn't attached to Raidou in any way, he was perfectly free to pursue Kotetsu if he wanted to. Raido was with Izumo, after all.

He busied himself at the stove, dumping the leftovers into a pan with a bit more force than necessary. He concentrated on stirring and taking out plates and things to keep his mind occupied. He knew he was being crazy. There was nothing wrong with hanging out and fucking Tetsu.

Of course, his mind reminded him, it didn't help that you did more than fuck. "Fuck," Genma muttered, to himself, slamming a lid down on the pan and spinning to fill the tea kettle.

Kotetsu's mind, in the meantime, was thinking about dark brown eyes usually half-covered by matching brown hair. Did he really love Izumo? If he could feel like this - want these things with Genma, could he do that and still love his best friend?

But if he thought about not having Izumo, if he thought about giving up and letting Raidou simply have his best friend, it hurt. And so he had his answer. But he watched Genma struggle with something internally, watched the lid slam, the sharp movements as he turned on and off the sink and admitted to himself that there was more with Genma than just fucking around.

And maybe even more than just comforting friendship.

He shook the thoughts away and forced a smirking half-grin on his face. "You know, slamming the lid won't get it to cook any faster. If you wanna fuck that badly, I can probably make it through one more session before I die of starvation."

Genma snorted and shot him a mock glare, but Kotetsu was glad to see that whatever had been clouding Gen's eyes was gone, at least temporarily. "Ha. It's not fun to kill you with sex if you're already weak from hunger."

Kotetsu laughed. "Right. I still think you can't do it." He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

Another snort was loosed and Genma pointed at the younger man with the spoon in his hand. "Get the tea cups and dishes onto the table so we can eat. Then we'll see who kills who."

Tetsu grabbed the things Gen indicated and set them on his friend's tiny kitchen table. He found the teapot and leaves and fixed it up for them. They sat in companionable silence when the food was done, both happily preoccupied with the need for sustenance. They ate, still not speaking, only occasionally glancing at each other with considering expressions on their faces.

Kotetsu helped clean up and put things away, doing his best to ignore the other man's body, but it was damned near impossible. They were both still very naked and the bruises along Genma's neck just begged him to add more. And every time they bumped into each other or skin brushed slightly, he and Genma both were obviously affected. Gen's cock was already half-hard and it was only through sheer force of will that Kotetsu wasn't standing at complete attention.

But when the dishes were finally put away, his patience had reached its limit. Seconds after the last plate was in the cabinet, Genma was pushed hard up against the wall, a very aroused lover up against him, biting and nibbling at neck, shoulder, chest - anywhere he could. A groan escaped; hands moved over flesh, nails scraping and fingers scrabbling for purchase on sweaty skin.

Genma was reminded that, while Tetsu may have been slightly smaller than he was all around, his lover had plenty of his own strength. That reminder came in the form of being lifted and pinned to the wall by that smaller man. They were both so far gone, so aroused, Kotetsu was inside him just a minute later with nothing more than a handful of spit and a hastily said prayer. Loud moans were loosed from both throats when he was buried completely and Tetsu tried to pause for sanity, but the feel of the other man's body was too much and he started moving right away.

Genma braced himself with one hand against the cabinets, his lower back slapping against the wall with each of Tetsu's thrusts. He'd have bruises, he was sure, but he couldn't seem to muster the will to care because his orgasm was screaming closer with every pump of the other man's hips. "Oh fuck, Tetsu�" he groaned, slipping his free hand between them to try to wrap it around his cock. He managed it, just barely, but got only a few strokes in before he was coating the two of them in his cum, the climax tearing through him, Tetsu's name a shout, along with more wordless sounds.

Kotetsu was right behind him, slamming into him one more time and filling him with his seed. "Gen� fuck, Gen!" It wasn't quite a shout, his breath stolen with the force of his climax. He shuddered hard through it, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he rode out his orgasm.

Kotetsu dropped his head onto Genma's shoulder, desperately searching for his sanity. He swallowed, trying to get some kind of moisture into his throat to speak, but it was damned near impossible. He croaked out a quiet, "uh� wha-" before giving up for the moment.

"I don't know. Geez, you'd think we'd never fucked before�" Genma managed, his head falling back against the wall and blinking at his lover.

Kotetsu stood up, eased out of Gen and helped him to his feet. "Yeah�" he didn't tell Genma how long it had been since he'd fucked someone. And the last time was a memory he'd rather forget. Another chuunin, another dark hallway. He'd gotten off, but it had hardly been satisfying.

"Though," Genma continued, pulling Kotetsu closer and wrapping his arms around the smaller man. "For me, anyway, I think I've gone out maybe two or three times since the war." He shook his head.

Kotetsu peered up at him, considering. "Twice," he said, finally.

"What?" Genma asked, blinking.

"I've fucked someone - besides you, exactly twice since we got home." He pulled away and Genma let go of him then turned and stared at the other wall of the kitchen. "I was so fucked up over Izumo, I didn't want anyone. The two times I did - once was with Wash, the other was one of the new chuunin, well, it was�" he trailed off, shrugging, turning back to the other man.

"�Crap," Genma said for him.

Kotetsu nodded. "How did�" He paused, then, "Raidou?" He asked and Genma nodded unhappily.

"What the fuck are we doing, Tetsu?" He waved a hand between them to indicate each other.

Kotetsu shook his head. "Hell if I know. I know I'm tired of lying in my bed at night in the room next to him wishing all to hell and back that there wasn't a fucking wall between us. I know that I'm tired of using my hand and I'm tired of back alley, dark hallway sex."

Genma snorted. "We did the hallway thing once."

"Yeah, we did." He looked up and met Genma's hazel eyes. "And tell me that was the same as what we did last night� or even now."

Genma's eyes dropped to the floor. "It wasn't." His voice was barely above a whisper, but the only other sound in the apartment besides them was the tick of the clock on the wall in the kitchen. "Is it supposed to mean something?"

"I don't know that, either," Kotetsu said, leaning against the wall. He swallowed around his dry throat and reached out a hand, taking Genma's. "I thought through a lot of that this morning."

Brown eyebrows went up. "Oh? And?"

Tetsu shrugged. "Didn't figure much out. There was a sexy body tight against me, making thinking very difficult."

One side of Genma's mouth lifted. "You still love him."

"And you still love him," Kotetsu replied and Genma nodded, though both were statements, not questions. He sighed, his hand tightening around the other man's. Genma shifted, facing Kotetsu more fully. "Look, I figure neither of us is willing to just throw in the towel yet. But� and I don't know about you, but I don't know yet what I can possibly do."

Genma stared at their hands for a moment. "There isn't much, right now. Any attempts to push them apart is only going to make things look bad on us."

"That's what I think, too. So, look, we said it last night. We'll have some fun together." Kotetsu shrugged a shoulder again. "We'll... fuck�" he said, stumbling over the word again and cleared his throat. "We'll be friends and just�" he trailed off, unsure how to put it all, both of them falling into silence for a moment.

"Tetsu?" Genma's voice sounded rough and unsure. Kotetsu peered closely and before Gen could hide it, he caught a glimpse of fear and� something else, something that looked an awful lot like rejection. He shook it off mentally and took the half-step to close the distance between them, wrapping his free arm around the other man.

And just like that, being up against this man's body was already making him crazy again. He mentally rolled his eyes at his own body, forced away the questions his reaction caused and focused again on Gen. There was a half smirk on the taller man's face.

"Already?" Genma asked.

Kotetsu snorted and shook his head, rocking against the hardening member on the other man's body. Gen just waved that away with his free hand. "Listen, since we're already pretty fucked up over them, let's�" Genma broke off and sighed. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but� let's� keep to each other."

Kotetsu blinked at his friend and briefly considered pretending to feel for a fever. But the image of Genma, of all people, looking unsure and afraid of rejection held his tongue. "I think that's a good idea. Besides," he grinned, "how are we supposed to be fair in our attempts to kill each other with sex if you're too sexed out by other guys for me?"

Genma snorted and the tension broke. He poked Tetsu in the chest. "See? I'm not about to give you that kind of advantage."

Tetsu laughed and the two of them stood up, turning toward the bedroom. "That is, of course, assuming we survive the day."

"Well, I figure that as long as we can still walk and get aroused, we can keep trying."

Kotetsu grinned. "Oh, now there's a challenge I can't let go." He turned around and dragged the other man into his arms. "Hope you don't mind taking a pillow to sit on at the desk tomorrow."

"Think you'll get me that sore, do you?" Genma asked, chuckling.

"I know I will," Kotetsu promised, pulling his lover in for another kiss.
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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