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Illusion and Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Genma was already outside the mission office when Kotetsu got there the next morning. He was leaning negligently against the wall, looking as uncaring as he always did. Except Kotetsu could see the tension emanating from the man's body as he approached. It took him a moment to figure it out, but it occurred to Kotetsu that the man may have been nervous� about them.

"Morning," Kotetsu greeted him, stopping in front of the other man. Izumo threw an indecipherable look at Kotetsu, nodded to Gen, still frowning, and headed up the steps in silence. Kotetsu watched his friend go, a frown marring his own face.

"You okay?" Genma asked, quietly.

Kotetsu turned his attention back to his boy� to the other man and shrugged. "Yeah. Are you?" Kotetsu had the worst urge to pull the taller man in, wrap his arms around that incredible body and kiss the other man silly. He shoved his fists into his pockets and rocked back on his heels instead. Genma hadn't made any comments about their behavior in public and Kotetsu wasn't going to make assumptions. They may have agreed to 'stick with' each other, and they may have held hands once before, but they'd made no other promises.

Genma grinned. "More than a little sore, but I'm great." He stood up, glanced up and down the street and, satisfied with some unknown-to-Kotetsu criteria, pulled the senbon out of his mouth and dropped a kiss on the shorter man's lips.

Something in Kotetsu relaxed that he didn't even know was tense. His smile spread at Gen and he lifted a hand to the brown hair. Careful not to upset the bandana, he wrapped his hand around the back of the other man's head and pulled him in for another kiss. Genma returned the soft, slow meeting of lips, then stepped back.

They'd spent the evening before together. He and Kotetsu had only parted company long enough for Tetsu to go home, shower in his own bathroom, change clothes and come back. It had, in fact, been nearly four in the afternoon before he'd gone home.

The scene at home had been more than a little uncomfortable and strained. Izumo hadn't spoken to him much at all. He'd seemed to be in a very bad mood when Kotetsu walked through the door, and Tetsu wanted to ask him if something had gone wrong with Raidou. Not that he really wanted to hear about Raidou, but he would have, for Zumo's sake. But when Izumo looked up and saw Tetsu, the scowl had faded from his face and he smiled. Until, that is, Zumo's eyes dropped to Tetsu's neck.

He had a nice collection of marks from Genma, he knew. But his friend had a nice set of his own from Raidou. Tetsu sent a pointed look at Izumo's neck and his friend had blushed. Finally, Izumo had asked, "Did� you have a good time?"

Kotetsu nodded and swallowed his jealousy long enough to return the question. "Everything go� okay with Raidou?"

The blush brightened, but Izumo nodded. "Yes. We're� boyfriends. He's� coming back to pick me up for dinner."

Kotetsu forced himself to smile. "Good! Congrats. Um, I'm going to take Gen out, too. In fact, I've got to go get a shower and stuff."

Izumo nodded again. "Okay. Um, glad things are, um, going well."

They'd stared at each other in silence for a few very long minutes, both expressions unreadable to the other. Kotetsu attempted to push the frustration, jealousy and all manner of other emotions aside and be truly glad for his friend, but he was fairly certain he didn't succeed. He scratched at his neck absently and bumped one of the bruises from Genma, reminding himself that he did have someone who wanted to be with him, even if it was mostly for friendship and comfort. He remembered that Genma had actually suggested that they be� exclusive was the only word he could come up with for it. And Gen wouldn't have said that if he didn't want Kotetsu.

With those reminders, his smile steadied a little. "Thanks. I'm glad it went well with Raidou. What time is he picking you up?"

"Oh, um, seven. So, I have some time. When are you going to pick up� Gen?" The pause before Genma's name make Tetsu wonder, but he didn't push.

"Oh, um, six. We didn't� erm, didn't eat lunch." He'd almost said that they didn't want to spend that much time apart and while that was true - and even joked about by both of them before Kotetsu had finally left - he didn't really want to say that to Zumo.

"Ah. Well, um, enjoy your date," Izumo had said.

"Thanks, you too." Kotetsu had managed, then escaped to his room. He'd left early - nearly an hour early - and spent the extra time walking slowly to Genma's place, not really interested in hanging around to watch Izumo get ready for his date. He'd been thoroughly confused by the whole conversation and finally was able to shove it aside when Gen had opened the door to his apartment.

Kotetsu had taken him out for a nice, normal public dinner. A few more of the village's restaurants had opened, including Tetsu's favorite little seafood place and he'd taken Gen there. They'd talked and laughed, enjoying the friendship side of their relationship, though neither was willing to admit yet that there might be - probably was - more than friendship.

There had been one sticky moment when they both realized that they were, for all intents and purposes, holding hands on the table. It had been a small table for two, so it wasn't much of a stretch for their hands to end up close to each other's. But what they hadn't had to do was actually hold. But they were, on top of the table, out in the open, in public. They'd stared at each other for a full minute and Kotetsu had been trying to figure out if he should simply get a better hold on the other man's hand or pull away when the waitress brought their soup, effectively deciding for him. They'd eaten it in relative silence and by the time she'd picked the bowls up again, the awkwardness was gone and they were back to light and friendly. They hadn't touched like that anymore the rest of dinner.

They'd gone back to Genma's place afterwards again, taking a long walk in the process, once more surprising themselves at the want of something other than pure sex. Somewhere along the way, they did start holding hands, though neither would admit to being the one to take the other's hand. That quickly progressed into pausing in alleyways and quiet little alcoves to kiss. So by the time they got to Genma's apartment again, they'd been very worked up and ready for more.

There'd been plenty of sex again that night both of the fast and hard variety and yet again more of those times that confused the hell out of both of them. There were more of those slow ones that was as much about the touching and kissing as anything. And yet again, when it was over, they'd laid together in silence with no real clue how to deal with it.

Eventually, though Gen wanted him to stay and Kotetsu hadn't really wanted to go, he'd reluctantly left to sleep in his own bed so he could get to the mission office on time the next morning. It had, however, taken them a good deal of time to simply say good-bye. There'd been quite a few kisses and touches - and one hesitant, awkward moment - before he had finally walked out the door.

They'd broken apart from another of those kisses that Kotetsu seemed to feel in just about every part of him. He'd pulled back to see Gen's eyes still closed. When the taller man had opened them, there'd been emotion there that Kotetsu had no idea what to do with. Those hazel eyes had widened at something in Kotetsu's own eyes. They'd stared at each other for a full minute in silence, then both of them had opened their mouths to speak, but neither ended up saying anything. Then something shifted in Genma's eyes and whatever spell they'd been under was broken.

Kotetsu glanced up, now, at the other man and smiled. "I don't see a pillow. I must not have done enough to you."

Genma laughed and turned toward the stairs. "I figured I'd just steal one of the cushions from the waiting area."

Kotetsu let his own laugh out. He glanced over at the other man and noticed a few of his marks were peeking up over the top of the uniform collar. The surge of possessiveness at the vision was chased by a bit of chagrin. He hadn't meant to leave them where the man's uniform wouldn't cover them. "Oops," he said, quietly.

"Hmm?" Genma asked, turning to look at him.

"Um, your� neck," Kotetsu said, reaching up and touching one of the spots with the light brush of a fingertip.

Genma shivered briefly at the touch then his lips twisted in amusement. "I certainly don't mind."

"What if someone asks where they came from?" Kotetsu asked, blinking.

Gen shrugged. "I'll tell them."

"You� you'll tell them?" Kotetsu shook his head, wondering if he'd stepped into an alternate reality somehow because he couldn't believe Gen would openly admit something like that. He'd been a playboy, yes, but he'd never been the kind to� well, fuck and tell, either.

"Is there a problem with me telling them my boyfriend went a little nuts over the weekend?"

Kotetsu watched the worried expression cross Genma's face very, very briefly before the man managed to hide it. He paused for a few seconds, considering the word and Gen's reaction and decided to take a chance. "Certainly not. Just as long as they know who the boyfriend is."

The lopsided grin came back. "Wouldn't dream of otherwise," he said and turned to the door they'd come to.

Kotetsu breathed a tiny sigh of relief, wondering what made him even start the conversation, much less what made him go there with it. But, he had and there was no doubt what Gen meant or, apparently, wanted. They were boyfriends.

That would take some serious thought later. Things had certainly not gone the way he'd thought it would. The last forty eight hours or so had really messed with him.

Izumo watched the two of them come into the mission office and tried not to stare. They were grinning at each other and Genma� had a pillow in his hand. Izumo raised an eyebrow and kicked himself for not thinking of it himself, then shifted, trying to find a more comfortable spot for his own sore ass.

Gen tossed the pillow onto his chair and glanced over at Izumo. "Morning, Zumo."

"Morning Gen," he managed to get out, involuntarily wincing when he shifted again in his seat.

Genma smirked. "You�uh� might want to get a pillow."

Izumo was fairly sure his face was bright red. He turned back to the mission books in front of him, and muttered something incoherent. He really didn't want to think about the fact that Kotetsu and Genma had done so much that Gen needed a pillow to sit comfortably. He shook his head at himself and tried to concentrate on the book.

Kotetsu came in then from the back room and set a cup of coffee in front of Genma. "Thanks," Gen said with a grin and Kotetsu leaned down and dropped a kiss on the other man before setting his own cup on the desk.

Izumo stared again, unable to look away. His best friend had just casually kissed someone. In public. In the mission office. He didn't kiss people. Like ever, much less in public!

Okay, they were the only three there yet, but that seemed a rather minor point.

Then he stood up and the look on Genma's face really floored Izumo. That look was anything but casual. Was Genma� falling in love with Kotetsu? With his best friend?

Izumo felt a little sorry for Gen. Kotetsu may have been his best friend, but he was not someone people fell in love with. Or, well, maybe they were, but Tetsu didn't fall in love back. He'd never seen his friend with someone more than twice. He may have fucked them more than that in the back of the old Kunai, but he'd never seen his friend on a date with someone so much as three times.

But, then again, weren't they already getting close to passing that mark?

Izumo shook the thoughts away. He could warn Gen later about the danger of loving Tetsu. Tetsu was a consummate playboy, that's all there was to it. And before Izumo had seen the look on Genma's face, he would have been sure that Genma was, too. But, Izumo supposed that even playboys could end up falling.

Maybe it was because Gen was older. Maybe their friend had started to realize that there was more to life than fucking around. Maybe the war had reminded him, even more than the missions and things they'd been through before, that life extremely fragile. That was possible and helped Izumo's conscience a little bit, helped his heart remember that Tetsu wasn't there yet and was still a playboy. Yes, that was good.

But apparently, the kiss wasn't the most shocking thing that would happen. The kiss was bad enough, yes. But then Kotetsu reached out and started tugging on Genma's collar, adjusting it higher on the other man's neck. As Izumo watched, he got a good glimpse of just how many marks were on Genma's skin and he managed to just barely suppress the gasp of surprise. The man was practically black and blue from the top of his collar down!

Izumo knew he had his own share of marks on his neck. He'd been very grateful, in fact, for just how high his shirt went when he'd gotten dressed this morning. Raidou had gone out of his way to make sure that there was a very pretty string around his neck. But that was nothing compared to Gen.

And still, as if all of that wasn't enough, Izumo was in for one more shock. Kotetsu finished adjusting Gen's collar with a chuckle, then brushed his fingertip down Genma's face. Izumo blinked, still staring at the other two. He'd never seen Tetsu do anything like that before. Anything so� Izumo gulped, refusing to even think the word in conjunction with Kotetsu. He thought, maybe, Tetsu was just doing what Gen would want him to. Yes, that was something Izumo could believe.

Maybe it was even expected, based on the grin on Gen's face. But when Kotetsu took his seat and pulled his own mission log to him, shooting another smile at Genma, the look on his friend's face could not be mistaken.

And something very green and very, very ugly bloomed in Izumo's chest.

He forced his attention to his mission log. There was a monster in his stomach right now that wanted him to stand up and beat Genma to a pulp. It was roaring for him pull a kunai out of his pouch and plant it in the middle of that grin. It screamed for him to make the rest of the man's body look like his neck, except not for it to happen in nearly as pleasant a way. He didn't understand it, couldn't get a grip on it. He had no idea where it came from.

He excused himself quietly, not noticing the looks from the other two and escaped to the back room for his own cup of coffee. He felt quite a bit calmer by the time he came back out and so when Raidou came in a short time later, he had a better handle on his emotions. His boyfriend approached the desk and leaned down over it. "Hi," his slow smile spread and Izumo felt much, much better at the sight, the warmth of that smile flaring through him as the other man's lips spread.

"Hi," his own smile matched the taller man's.

Raidou leaned further over the desk. "May I kiss you?" He whispered into Izumo's ear.

The breath ghosting over Izumo's neck sent chills down his spine and make his cock twitch. Fighting the arousal, he glanced quickly at the only extra person in the room - Kakashi, who was currently buried behind one of his novels. He smiled up at his boyfriend. "I'd like that," he answered and Raidou laid his lips over Izumo's.

It really barely qualified as a kiss, just a hint of lips and nibble, but it was enough to bury the last of the odd feelings storming through Izumo's mind. He reached up and brushed his fingers along the non-scarred cheek. When they broke apart, Raidou sighed. "I missed you last night."

Izumo blushed a little at that. Raidou had maintained that if he hadn't gone home that Izumo would be completely useless for work. They'd had their dinner, a quiet corner table at the barbecue restaurant. Raidou had insisted they sit on the same side and, though they had talked quite a bit, they'd spent plenty of time simply touching, too.

After dinner, however, both men had reached the end of their patience. When they got out of the restaurant, they turned and started toward Izumo's apartment. They'd held hands to start, but apparently, Raidou hadn't been happy with that. He pulled the smaller man against him and wrapped an arm around Izumo's shoulders. Somewhere along the way, the bigger man had paused to drop a kiss on Izumo.

That light kiss had led to a deeper one and a moment later, they were up against the wall in a nearby alleyway, pulling at hair and nipping at skin. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped and Raidou ground his already hard cock into his lover. Izumo let a quiet groan out, his own hips moving. They'd damned near fucked right there in the alleyway. It was only the total lack of lube that brought Raidou back to his senses and he actually spent the chakra and transported them to Izumo's apartment.

Inside the door, they'd stripped each other on the way to the bedroom, lips still locked as much as possible. About thirty seconds after the bottle was located, Raidou was inside his lover. It had been hard, fast and damned near insane. It was the kind of fuck that neither of them participated in very often, but the need for each other had hit like a freight train and all they'd been able to do was simply hold on and ride it out.

After a quick clean up with Izumo's shirt, they'd curled into each other, Raidou's arms wrapped around the smaller man, Izumo's face buried in the light dusting of pale brown hair on the bigger man's chest. He'd dropped light kisses over the skin, working himself into a near panic. The words wanted so badly to come out and he just couldn't let it. He wasn't ready! Though he still refused to examine exactly why he wasn't.

Raidou, of course, noticed. "Izumo�"

Izumo swallowed around his dry throat and looked up. "Yes?" The dark eyes studied his face and Izumo had the uncomfortable feeling that Raidou knew exactly what he was feeling in that moment. He forced himself to calm down, take a deep breath and brushed his fingertips over the other man's undamaged cheek. He licked his lips, took another breath and managed to force the words out. "I�" he paused to clear his throat. "I� love you."

Izumo wasn't sure what he'd expected of his confession. He didn't think Raidou would have laughed or anything like that, no. But he didn't really expect the wordless response of hesitation and short nod, either. When Raidou didn't say anything at first, Izumo blinked up at the other man, trying desperately not to let the hurt show.

He turned his face down and hoped to hell he could find a way to not cry. What had he expected, for God's sake? Why had he said it? It was stupid - stupid! They'd been going out for just over a day! You don't say something like that after two dates - one if he believed what the older man had said that morning - and a handful of fucks. His throat worked as he tried to control his emotions.

"I love you, too."

His heart pounded in his throat, afraid to look up. "You don't have to say it," Izumo whispered thickly.

Raidou tilted his chin up and studied Izumo's face. He brushed his thumb along the other man's chin. "I know that. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

The knot in Izumo's chest loosened. He forced himself to consider Raidou's expression objectively, but he didn't see anything that made him think the other man was lying - or, at least, telling Izumo just what he wanted to hear. No, if he looked, it was there, in the bigger man's eyes, and he couldn't miss it. Raidou loved him! Holy shit! The smile bloomed on his face and Raidou's lips spread in a matching one.

Izumo still wasn't used to seeing those kinds of smiles on the usually stoic face, but he loved it - loved especially that he was the one to put it there. There was a small one there, now as he looked down over the mission desk. "I missed you, too," Izumo whispered, his own lips spread wider. "Luckily, there aren't any long term missions on the books yet."

Raidou chuckled. "Yes, I don't want to be away from you for long yet." He sighed. "Dinner? What time do you get done?"

Kotetsu tore his eyes away from the scene next to him, working to suppress the churning emotions and turning instead to his own boyfriend. Genma was staring hard at the desk in front of him, trying, Kotetsu was sure, to ignore things.

Tetsu glanced around the office. Kakashi was still buried in his book waiting for something or other. Ebisu and his genin team had come in, but they, too, were hanging back, talking and waiting on something, themselves. He turned back to Genma and put a hand on the other man's shoulder.

Genma looked up at Kotetsu and the younger man watched his boyfriend struggle to control the emotions undoubtedly warring for dominance. Kotetsu's own feelings were all over the place. He saw gratitude on Gen's face that was quickly eclipsed next by confusion that was mixed anger, jealousy and a whole mess of other things that Tetsu couldn't begin to name. He knew them, though, knew what they felt like because they were going through him, too.

One of Genma's hands came up to cover Kotetsu's and he heard someone suck in a breath nearby. They both looked up at the same time to see Aoba standing on the other side of the desk from them. "Well, well, what have we here?"

"A private moment Yamashiro," Genma grumbled.

Aoba raised his eyebrows up over the sunglasses that perpetually perched on his nose. "Private? Between you and Hagane?"

Kotetsu snorted. "Maybe, what's it to you?" He challenged.

Aoba laughed. "I have a hard time believing the two biggest playboys in the village would have a "private" moment at all, much less with each other."

"Well, believe it, Yamashiro. We're dating," Genma retorted.

Aoba said nothing and both Genma and Kotetsu were fairly certain the man was simply blinking behind his glasses. Then he spit out, "Bull-fucking-shit."

Kotetsu laughed. "What?"

He gave a head shake hard enough to almost dislodge the glasses. "I don't buy it. What game are you two playing?"

Kotetsu and Genma looked at each other and started laughing. Gen shook his head. "We're not playing a game. We're dating. Each other. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Uh, let me think? Because you both like fucking around too much to stick with one person, that's why. Why would you bother dating? I mean, just fuck each other. It's not like either of you is capable of more than fucking someone, anyway." Aoba's voice was matter-of-fact as he shrugged one shoulder.

The laughing died a quick death and Genma and Kotetsu stared at each other. Tetsu knew that's what the general consensus was about both of them, but hearing it laid out like that sounded awful and felt worse. Based on Genma's expression, Kotetsu thought the other man was probably thinking something very similar.

But the thing that surprised Tetsu the most about what Aoba said, wasn't that he was saying those things about Tetsu. No, the surprise came from how much it bothered him what the other man was saying about Genma. He pushed the confusion off and looked back at his boyfriend.

Genma shook his head, frowning and Kotetsu could tell he was still trying to corral his emotions. He snatched a scroll off of the desk behind him, glanced at it and held it out toward Aoba. "Whatever, Yamashiro." He grumbled. "Here, go help plant someone's garden."

"Bull shit, I'm a jounin. Give me a real mission." Aobo pushed his glasses a little higher on his nose, somehow managing to glare around them.

Kotetsu snorted. "We don't have a lot yet. Here. You can do this one in a day. Escort. Have fun." He pulled another scroll out and shoved it at Aoba. When the taller man started to take it, Kotetsu held on, briefly, making sure he kept Aoba's attention. "But Yamashiro?" When Aoba nodded, Kotetsu continued. "If it were up to me, for a comment like that about him," Kotetsu tilted his head toward Genma, "I'd send your ass to Snow, if we had any missions." The unspoken message was, jounin or not, Kotetsu would have liked to kick the other man's ass for him over the comment.

Aoba stared at him a minute in shock, then snorted and shook his head. He muttered something that sounded like another "bullshit," but signed off on the log and headed out.

Kotetsu turned to Genma and blinked at his boyfriend for a long moment. "It never occurred to me that people wouldn't believe that we're dating."

"Me, either." Genma snickered, then started laughing. "You know, we could get really pissed or we could have some fun with this at their expense."

Kotetsu chuckled, his own smile spreading. He leaned closer to his boyfriend. "Oh yes, we could and I think having fun at their expense is much better. In fact, we could have the entire ninja corps in a fight over whether or not we really are."

Genma's lopsided grin appeared again and Kotetsu found himself ridiculously happy to see it. "Oh hell yes. Think of just the bets! Well, then� hmm�" He paused and pulled the senbon out of his mouth and played with it while he thought it through. "I think I know how we can go about this, but we'll need to get�" he stumbled a little bit here, "Get a promise from Izumo and Raidou not to spill the beans."

Kotetsu glanced over at the other two, who were still talking. He forced his confusion over his best friend away and said instead, "I think I can do that. Let me handle it."

Gen considered him a moment then shrugged, trying unsuccessfully to hide his gratitude. "Okay. Well, then, here's what we're going to do�"
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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