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By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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What do you say when you just had the most fantastic sex of your life? How do you react to something like that? Especially when it happened with the last person in the world you ever expected it to?

Well, maybe not the last. Yamato was, by far, not the last person he'd considered having sex with. In fact, he was the only man he'd ever considered being with. And in that moment, he couldn't ever remember a single woman that made him feel that good.

He glanced up to see Yamato watching him. "Are� are you okay?"

Iruka blushed. "More than." He dropped light kisses on the chest under his face. The other man's hands were running gently over his back and when he looked up, there was a smile on his face. Their lips met again in another kiss. This felt different. This wasn't about the sex, this wasn't about arousal. And it nearly took his breath away in itself.

They broke apart and he laid his head back down, trying to figure out how to deal with this. He had a feeling he'd just lost his heart to this man and that was something he hadn't imagined could happen. Attraction, yes. Sex? No doubt. Love? He mentally shook himself. No, no, it was just a reaction to the incredible sex. That's was all. Of course.

He shifted his thoughts with effort. They were going to be sticky, that was something he hadn't counted on. But he didn't care. "Um, I made a bit of a mess. Sorry." His face was bright red when he looked back up.

"I couldn't possibly care less." He ran his fingers over Iruka's face, down over his red cheeks before placing another soft kiss on him. "Maybe we can just go take a shower, hmm?"

Iruka nodded and carefully moved off of the other man. He tried to hide the wince, but was afraid he didn't pull it off. He was right about that because when he stood up, Yamato pulled him against him. "Did I hurt you?"

Iruka shook his head. "Just a little� sore. Well, not really just� I don't know." He sighed in frustration. "No. It doesn't hurt. It's just� a little tender, I guess. I'll be fine."

Yamato considered him a moment, then leaned in and whispered, "that's good, because I'd hate to think I ruined it for you. I'd really like to be able to be with you again." He dropped a kiss on that spot behind his ear. "And again." Then nibbled on his neck. "And again."

Iruka closed his eyes. Dear god, that voice was sexy when he talked like that. Incredibly, he felt his cock start to respond to it and he swallowed hard. He smiled, a little shyly and looked over at the other man. "You don't have anything to worry about. It was most certainly not ruined and, in fact, I'm pretty confident that if you've ruined anything for me, well, it's�" he paused and cleared his throat. "Women."

He turned away to hide the blush and started toward the bathroom. It took him a second to realize that Yamato wasn't with him. He turned back to see a stunned look on the other man's face. "What?" He asked, embarrassed.

Yamato shook his head, his grin spreading. He caught up to him, putting an arm around him again. "That just makes me feel good to hear, is all." He paused and said into his ear, "I can't imagine wanting anyone else, either."

Iruka's color darkened. "Now you're just making fun." He turned away and concentrated on turning the water on in the shower, but Yamato pulled him back against him once more.

"No. I'm not. Look, neither of us understands all of this, I'm sure." When Iruka nodded at that, he said, "let's just take what is. And this�" he paused to lay his lips over him and the kiss heated. They broke apart with effort. "This is. We'll worry about the rest later, okay?"

Iruka swallowed, trying to find his breath. "Okay."

They climbed in together, and Iruka concentrated on trying to get clean. But before he could get his hair completely wet, the other man's hands were massaging the shampoo into his scalp and Iruka couldn't hold in the moan. "My God, that feels good." He'd never had his hair washed like that before, never had it be such a sexual experience. He'd never be able to wash it again without thinking about this, he was sure of it.

When his hair was rinsed, he picked up the washcloth, intending to start the process of cleaning himself, but Yamato took it from him and ran it over the younger man's body instead. He took his time, touching everything, and by the time he was clean, he was thoroughly aroused again. They leaned in together again, kissing softly, but Iruka pulled back.

Yamato wasn't the only one that got to run his hands over his lover's body. Iruka pushed the other man back against the tiles and gave as good as he'd gotten. He was as thorough as Yamato was, and as soon as he was rinsed, he replaced his hands with his mouth, wanting again to taste.

But before they could do much more, the water started to run cold. They hurried out of the shower and turned to each other to dry. Of course, that devolved, too and only a moment or two later, they were back on the bed.

This heated fast, like a flash fire, and Iruka bit at the other man, wanting him, needing more. Yamato, himself, was having a hard time holding back. A moment later, Iruka was bent over in front of him and he was pushing into the younger man. "Fuck. Oh fuck�" Yamato moaned as he was enveloped once more in that incredible body.

He bit at the shoulder in front of him, and wrapped his arm around him as he started to thrust into him. "God, more, Yamato. Faster, harder, please..." Iruka nearly begged.

Yamato gave him what he wanted, but it was so hard to hold on when that voice called his name. The feel of this man was so much more than he ever expected, so much more than he could have imagined. "Iruka, God, I won't hold on long." He wrapped his hand around his lover's cock and started stroking it, determined to feel him come first.

"Fuck! FUCK! That's so good. Oh god, Yamato!" He bucked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust and despite his attempts to hold on, Yamato knew he wasn't going to make it.

"Come, Iruka. Now!" It must have been something in his voice because, thankfully, Iruka started to shudder.

"Oh god, YES!" He shouted his name and came, hard, his body shaking with his climax.

Yamato let go then and his own orgasm crashed into him. He slammed once more into the other man and shouted with it as he pumped his lover full of his cum.

He collapsed against his back, holding Iruka close to him, trying to find his breath. His heart was pounding incredibly fast and he simply could not think. When he found his brain he leaned up enough to drop light kisses across Iruka's skin. The younger man turned his head and he left a few more on his cheek.

He eased back and he noticed Iruka pull the towel out from under him. Then they laid down, curling into each other, legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other. They couldn't say anything, there was nothing to say. It had been just as hard, just as powerful, if in a different way, as the first one.

Yamato tugged at the blanket that had gotten kicked to the bottom of the bed and together they pulled it up over them. Iruka looked up at him after they settled and their gazes met. There was a world of meaning behind those dark eyes, meaning he couldn't begin to really understand. Iruka knew, though, that there was probably just as much in his. They kissed, another one of those soft ones, the kind that had more behind it, than he would have liked there to be. At least for his part because he couldn't hide it and he wasn't quite ready for this man to see it all.

He'd never been very adept at hiding his emotions. And as blindsided as he'd been by all of this, it was even more difficult. He wondered what he'd look like if he looked in the mirror. What did Yamato see?

If he knew that, then maybe he could understand better what was in his own mind and heart. Because he just wasn't sure.

Confusion. He'd seen confusion, a bit of fear, and a whole host of emotions that Yamato couldn't begin to name. He wondered if those same things showed in his own eyes. How much of it?

He knew the confusion, knew the fear. This� him� nothing he'd ever done, no relationship he'd ever had prepared him for something like this. He didn't have the first idea how to handle it. Which is a big part of what scared him. He didn't like not knowing how to handle something, not knowing what to do.

Iruka tucked his head under Yamato's chin and the older man tightened his arms around him. What the hell was he going to do with all of this? There was no doubt that they couldn't turn back now. This was no drunken experience, this was no accident. They'd gone into this with their eyes wide open.

And he was so confused about what to do because he cared, very much, for the man he'd just been with. Been with� that was the best way he could come up with to call it. They'd certainly done more than fucked, there's no doubt about that. Did they call it making love? Did he love him?

He wasn't ready to answer a question like that. Not in his own head, much less out loud. He swallowed. He didn't know what labels to put on it, didn't know what he could do beyond this. The only thing he knew was that he didn't want to be without him. And maybe that's all he needed to think about for the time being. He reminded himself to think about what is, not what might be.

"Will you stay?" Iruka asked quietly.

He tightened his arms around the other man again. How could he answer that? What could he say that didn't immediately give away just how confused he was by all of this? Because the first thought he had - the one that jumped up at him was what he would normally do - he'd get up and slip out. And the immediate reaction to that was "HELL NO!" On the other hand, he wasn't ready to say something like "absolutely! Try to make me leave!" out loud, either. Even if that was the second thing he thought.

"Yes," was all he could manage and he dropped a kiss on top of the other man's head. He felt Iruka nod and he had a feeling that the other man understood at least some of what was going through his head.

He had no idea when he finally fell asleep.

Iruka couldn't remember the last time he woke up next to someone. The drunken experience a couple of weeks ago hardly counted. He'd had very few relationships over the years and even fewer times when they ended up spending the night together.

And he didn't think any of them had been a first date. That was definitely a new one. He was getting a lot of those this weekend. New experiences.

Like dating a man. That was brand new. Having dinner with him, making out in a movie theater with him. Then there was the sex, oh god, the sex the night before. His cheeks warmed and his cock, which had been part way awake already, sprang to full attention.

He swallowed, trying to shift his thoughts, but they stayed firmly on the night before. Yamato kissing him, his mouth on him, Yamato inside him. And as he had these thoughts, his cock twitched and even his ass fluttered in reaction to the memories. He couldn't believe how much he'd enjoyed all of that. His color darkened even more when he remembered just how he'd reacted to some of it.

He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of those arms around him. Yamato was currently spooning him and he couldn't miss the morning erection against his bottom. God, that only made things worse.

He was afraid to move, though. It felt like he was still sleeping and he didn't want to wake him up if he was. He paid attention to the even breathing of the other man, the breath as it blew across his neck, the way his arms were wrapped around his, holding him tight.

And he couldn't remember feeling better. Ever. In his life.

And that scared him, more than a little. Could something like this last? Could they be together? Would Yamato want to? Did he want to?

He could admit that much. He did. He didn't want this to end, whatever it was. He didn't want to see this man walk away and not look back. That was something he allowed himself to think.

He wasn't ready to examine it beyond that. Right now, like Yamato said last night, right now, they could concentrate on what is. Anything else will happen as it does.

The future was too unsure for shinobi, as it was. He couldn't forget, either, the fact that the other man was ANBU. He could disappear at any time and not come back for weeks, months, even. And Iruka would have no idea how long he'd be gone, what kind of mission it was. He'd just know it was ANBU and that meant danger, beyond anything a normal mission could be.

The most he could hope for is that he'd know beforehand that he was leaving. That he could know why he was disappearing. God, that could be a nightmare. Because it might also mean that he simply wouldn't come back. There were no corpses to bury from ANBU. Only single code names on the memorial stone.

No, no. He couldn't, wouldn't think about that right now. It was true that missions had been slower lately with the rebuilding. It was true that normal missions had taken a backseat even to basic stuff and so he could hope, at least for a while, that that's all he would get.

The alternative was just not something he was ready to deal with. Because it meant he had to examine just why the thought of this man taking off and never coming back caused his heart to pound and the old grief to want to surface.

No. He wasn't ready for that yet. Besides, it wasn't that he loved him. You didn't fall in love with someone after one date and one night of sex. Nope, not at all.

He forced his thoughts back to the present, back to the immediate past. What had happened last night was outside anything he'd ever experienced. He'd told the other man that he'd spoiled him for women. And that was probably very true. But he somehow didn't think that things would be the same with just any man, either.

He'd reacted to this man. Yamato. Period. He couldn't remember anyone, man or woman, making him feel the way he did with just a touch. Making him react that way from just a basic kiss.

And oh god, had he. Iruka had managed to distract his mind from the sex for a few moments, but that didn't last. No, it was firmly back there. It was just too much to ignore. And so it went back to that cock that had done insane things to him inside and out, had tasted so good. The lips that had driven him insane. The voice that could make his own cock go hard just from speaking.

And just like that, his heart was pounding and he was having trouble breathing. Just like that, he couldn't think of much besides having that man buried inside him again. All he wanted was to feel those lips on his, that tongue slide along his once more, the feel of those teeth nibbling on his skin.

He had to force his thoughts onto something else. At the rate he was going, he'd end up coming from a fantasy! From memories! Good God! He swallowed hard and tried to calm himself down.

"Good morning." Oh God, that voice. His cock jumped and he closed his eyes, desperately trying for some semblance of control. It was even deeper in the morning.

"Good� good morning," Iruka managed.

Those lips started along his shoulder, the teeth nibbling gently. Iruka swallowed hard and shifted against the other man, looking over his shoulder. Those dark eyes, the deep pools of his had a devilish gleam to them as he looked up at him. "How are you feeling?"

Like I want to push you over and fuck your brains out? "I'm�" he closed his eyes and moaned when the other man started sucking at a spot on his back. He'd have a mark there, probably to go with the collection he knew was already on his chest. "Good�" he remembered to finish. He swallowed hard. "Your mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon."

Yamato chuckled and even that managed to sound sexy. Good grief. "I can't say I've been told that before." He bit and nibbled his way down Iruka's arm, sitting up a bit in the process. Iruka rolled a little, looking up into those eyes again and Yamato moved to him, their lips meeting, the kiss exploding between them.

The younger man moaned at it. He twisted a little more until he was on his back and he hooked a leg around the older man and pulled until he was on top of him. "I want you again. God, please�," Iruka moaned as their cocks brushed against each other.

Yamato groaned. "You're going to kill me," he said with a chuckle, then attacked Iruka's lips again.

He wiggled around until his legs were around the other man. He ran his hands over the back under them, and paused when he felt the welts. He leaned up and saw the scratch marks all over and nearly died of embarrassment. "Oh god, I'm sorry." He'd apparently been too preoccupied in the shower the night before to notice them.

He buried his very red face in Yamato's chest. "What for?" There was real puzzlement in his voice.

"Your back." Iruka said into the skin.

Yamato pulled back and glanced over his shoulder, then looked down into Iruka's face. "I'm not," he said with a grin. He bent and kissed him again and a moment later, Iruka forgot all about his embarrassment.

The older man shifted and their cocks rubbed against each other again and Iruka moaned. "Oh god, that feels good." He nibbled at the other man's neck, found the spot he'd discovered the night before near the base of his throat and sucked again. There were already several bruises along that part and Iruka couldn't help but grin a little at the sight.

"Fuck, I need you." Yamato groaned. He grabbed the bottle off the bedside table and coated his fingers with it. He couldn't wait another moment. He reached between them and found the tight muscle he was looking for and pushed two of those fingers into his lover.

"OH god, yes." Iruka's voice was driving him insane. He'd awakened to the feel of the other man's heart pounding, his breathing heavy and he'd known he was remembering the night before. Yamato himself had been struggling with the memories, trying hard not to simply pin the man to the bed and just take him. Then that voice had spoken, just that "Good morning" and it had only gotten worse.

He moved his fingers into him stretching him as much as he could. He was still a little open from the night before and when Iruka moaned again, demanding he stop fucking with him, and just fuck him, he gave in, hoping to hell he wouldn't hurt the man. He restrained himself enough to use the lube before pushing into his lover, but god, it was a damned close thing.

And when he was in there, it was incredible. Iruka's legs wrapped around him, holding him in and he could do nothing but start pumping into him as if he could think of nothing but this man's body. God, it felt so good, he felt so good.

Their lips met and he lost himself in the kiss, his tongue sliding along the other man's, imitating the real thing as they moved. Iruka bit down gently on his tongue and it made him even crazier. He moved faster, shifted the angle to hit Iruka's prostate better and was rewarded with the scream from below him. "Fuck, oh god, oh god, Yamato, I'm going to come�" Iruka's eyes opened wide in surprise as he lost it, shouting, his muscles contracting around him and coating them both.

Yamato's own climax hit then. "Oh god, IRUKA!" He pushed hard into him once more and shuddered with the force of his orgasm.

He collapsed onto him, unable to breathe, think, see or hear. The only thing he was aware of was the body still surrounding him and the minor tremors as his orgasm faded.

He had no idea how long he laid there, Iruka's legs and arms wrapped around him, his face buried in the other man's neck. He couldn't seem to move, didn't want to. He needed to, though. It couldn't possibly be comfortable for his lover to hold him like that.

He searched around his head and finally found his brain. It was hanging out with his voice in the break room by the water cooler. "Holy God, you're going to kill me."

Iruka's breath was coming in gasps. "If you don't kill me first. What the hell just happened?"

"You mean besides the fact that we had sex again?" Yamato asked Iruka's neck.

"No, you never touched me. I mean� my�" Iruka stopped, but Yamato knew what he was talking about.

"I have no idea. Should I feel proud?" Yamato asked, chuckling.

Bad idea. Iruka tightened his legs at that and flexed his other muscles, tightening other things, too. He nearly choked. "Sorry! Sorry. Good to know you won't let me get too full of myself."

Iruka chuckled, releasing him. "I... just didn't think that was possible."

Yamato swallowed, trying to remember how to breathe. "I don't know. Nothing I read said anything like that." He leaned up and Iruka let him go. "Was it� bad?" Yamato asked.

Iruka shook his head quickly. "No, no, definitely not. Just� a surprise." He stared at the ceiling a moment, then looked at him. "Wait, you read?"

Yamato blushed and shifted, pulling back and laying on the bed next to the other man. "Yes. I�" he cleared his throat. "I had no idea what�well, I mean, how it�" He gave up, his mouth snapping closed.

Iruka rolled onto his side, tugging on the other man's chin. When Yamato looked over, he said, "so did I. I� didn't want to�" he swallowed hard. "I didn't want you to be disappointed." He ducked his head, burying his face, hiding his blush.

"Same reason I did the reading I did." Yamato kissed the top of his head. "I think we need another shower," he said to change the subject.

Iruka looked up, a grateful expression on his face. "Well, I think we can do that. Then how about I make us something to eat?"
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What Is	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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