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Molasses	By : Penbrydd Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Molasses
- 2-Chapter 2
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Disclaimer:
Naruto is not my toy, although
sometimes I wish it was. Everyone you meet here belongs to Masashi
Kishimoto, we just borrow them, occasionally.
Author's
Note: While I'm not a real fan of Raidou and sex in the same
sentence � he just seems a bit too self-contained to indulge �
this was so cracky that I just couldn't leave it alone. Parts of
Izumo's dialogue belong to Sweetbriar, without whom this would not
ever have gotten as far as it has.
Warnings:
Cocksucking, expletives,
gratuitous Kotetsu abuse.
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They'd been
stuck at the goddamn base for weeks -- a tired old place left over
from the last war. Everything was the dull, mildewed grey of
decades-old poured concrete, and the five of them had started to pick
at each other, just to alleviate the boredom. There was nothing to do
but wait -- either the attack would come or it wouldn't. At this
rate, it looked like Kusa was going to wait for them to die of
boredom before bringing troops across.
Genma hadn't gotten
laid since they left the village -- one last desperate moment with
Hayate, and if he closed his eyes, he could still recount every
second of it. The mission-mind had worn off after the first two weeks
of quiet, and by now he actually missed the kid, and missed him most
in the morning, when Kotetsu and Izumo could be heard through the
walls. There were only a few hours a day when they were all awake at
the same time -- the two chuunin had the night shift, Raidou and Aoba
had afternoons, and Genma worked mornings, alone. He'd fought for
that privilege. He also wondered exactly how much trouble he was
going to be in when he got back to the village -- he had sort of left
Iruka duct-taped to a chair in Kakashi's living room, to prevent him
from coming along.
That thought was interrupted by half a
sentence from the other room as Kotetsu and Izumo came back from
their last patrol. "-- that for all the shit I've given you,
just maybe Mizuame Nabara is not the result of sucking my
cock."
Genma fumbled the spoon with which he was stirring
the rice, and, catching it, he stepped back and leaned out of the
kitchen to listen to what was winding up to be a brilliantly stupid
argument.
"Of course it's not! Have you just finally
figured that out?" Izumo snapped, ignoring Kotetsu as he headed
for the kitchen. Food was more important than commentary about
cocksucking, regardless of how incredibly good it would be to force
Kotetsu down onto his knees and make him apologise properly...
Izumo shook his head.
"Well, it just occurred to me that
if it's that sweet and sticky, you're obviously taking in something
much sweeter and stickier than anything that's going to come out of

me. I only know one person who's going to put out that
much sugar in a bodily fluid," Kotetsu teased, waiting for the
implication to sink in.
Genma turned colours from the
incredible amount of effort it took not to laugh -- and it was twice
the effort when Raidou walked into the kitchen from the back hall,
still wearing pyjamas. The scarred tokujou looked very confused as he
got himself a bowl of rice and poured molasses over it, but he
decided that he probably didn't want to know as he sat down to eat.
Genma looked like he was going to pass out from the strain of not
cackling with hysterical glee at whatever the magpies were up
to.
Izumo hadn't come up with a response yet, and was still
staring at Kotetsu in stunned silence, jaw open, finger pointed
accusingly.
"Don't think I haven't noticed the way you
look at him -- you want a piece of that, and I think you're getting
it," Kotetsu went on, digging himself deeper into a hole that he
might never get back out of.
Great, Raidou thought,
Another morning, another fight about who's not blowing Genma,
today.
But, then, Kotetsu took the time to clarify.

"You've been blowing Rai behind my back, haven't you?"
Kotetsu complained, half-joking. In the kitchen, Raidou dropped his
spoon and stood up, thoroughly mortified at the accusation.
"Fucksake, kitten, you could at least have let me watch."
Raidou pushed
past Genma and stormed into the dingy grey room. There was nothing he
could say, quite literally, as he couldn't seem to make his brain and
his mouth work simultaneously, not that that ever stopped Aoba, but
Raidou tended to prefer to make sense.
"You!"
Kotetsu pointed at Raidou, moderately offended. "You've been
letting my Izumo suck you off, and I don't even get pictures? What
the fuck, man?"
In the kitchen, Genma finally collapsed
in a hysterical fit that could be heard echoing off the walls through
the entirety of the small building. He was fairly convinced that if
this ludicrous argument didn't stop soon, not only would he not be
going on his rounds, he might never go on rounds again, because he
was going to choke to death on the hilarity and possibly his own
tongue.
Raidou stared murderously at Kotetsu. If the chuunin
didn't stop talking that instant, it was likely that there would be
some head-punching. No, he was absolutely not allowed to beat the
sense back into his teammates, no matter how tempting it might be. Of
course, with the way Genma was cackling... "Genma? Have you been
slipping hallucinogens to Kotetsu?"
After a few coughs,
the howls of laughter slowed to the point that Genma could make
sentences. "No, sorry. He came up with this one on his
own."
Izumo stared between his best friend and the
pyjama-wearing mountain in horror and dismay. "Dammit, Ko! What
in the fuck are you thinking!?" He slapped Kotetsu in the side
of the head.
"Molasses. I'm done." Kotetsu rubbed
his head and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm going to kill

you." Izumo was furious -- pissed enough that he was actually
getting loud. "For the last fucking time, it's not
come!"
"And if it is, it's not mine. I may not
know what it tastes like, but I know it's not syrupy." Raidou
looked mildly disgusted as he pointed to the kitchen, where Genma was
trying to explain the situation to a very tired Aoba who had been
woken up by all the laughing and shouting. "Ask Genma. That
bastard would know better than anyone but me."
Kotetsu
looked suspicious. "I'm still not sure I believe you two."
"I
am not blowing Raidou behind your back!" Izumo shouted. "And
if I was, you'd already have pictures. You'd probably have

taken the pictures while I wasn't looking." There was a
lengthy pause. "Besides, he's straight. I couldn't suck
his cock if I wanted to."
Raidou looked back and
forth between the two chuunin, before deciding it was way too early
in the morning. "You know what? Fuck this. I'm going back to
bed." He glared at Kotetsu. "And when I get back up, I
don't want to hear another word about it. I'm just going to pretend
this never happened."
Izumo hit Kotetsu, again. "I'm
sorry, Rai. I really am. Sometimes he's just such an
asshole."
"So's Genma. It's nothing new -- I think
that's what best friends are for. They're the people who piss you off
when you need it least." Raidou looked back with a tired
half-smile. "You want to crash in my room so you can avoid the
urge to break his neck while he sleeps? It won't help with the
rumours, but you'll both be alive for your next shift."
"Aw,
you wouldn't break my neck, would you, kitten?" Kotetsu made a
sad puppy face at Izumo.
"No, because you'd have an
awfully hard time sucking my cock with a neck brace. And you will

be making this up to me when I can promise myself I won't kick you in
the teeth." Izumo was not a happy chuunin, and Kotetsu was
finally beginning to grasp exactly how very much trouble he really
might be in. "I'm going to go hang with Raidou for a few hours.
You go with Genma and get all of this "Mizuame Nabara is
really come" shit out of your system."
"But --
but Genma's going on rounds in another five minutes! And we
just got in!" Kotetsu complained. "And you know,
you're really not helping -- now, I know I want photos!"
Genma
leaned out of the kitchen and spit. Kotetsu crumpled to the ground.

"Don't worry about him. I'll clean it up."
Izumo
blinked at Genma. "Did you really have to... Is he going to be
okay?" He nudged Kotetsu with his foot.
"I figured I
should stop him before you did end up breaking his neck. I've
got to go make my rounds. I'll beat the sense back into him when I
get back." Genma pulled another senbon out of his vest and stuck
it in his mouth. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He
waved and headed for the door.
"That was a bit extreme."
Izumo looked sadly at Kotetsu's unconscious form and then smiled
cheerfully at Raidou. "Shall we go, then?"
Laughing,
Raidou slung Izumo over his shoulder and headed back toward his room,
passing through the kitchen where Aoba was attempting to eat
breakfast. Luckily, the fountain of wrong was momentarily stoppered
-- Aoba had his mouth full.
"Hey! Put me down!"

Izumo squawked. "I can walk! It was Ko who got tagged, not
me!"
Raidou set Izumo down, carefully. "Sorry. The
opportunity was just too good. I don't know how many senses Kotetsu
still has, but if he saw that, I'm sure I'll never hear the end of
it. It just seemed like a completely inappropriate end to the
conversation. I think I've been spending too much time with him."
He pointed at Aoba.
Izumo rolled his eyes. "You're really
not helping with the rumours, but yeah, that was pretty funny."
"If
I'm going to get dirty looks from your boyfriend, I might as well
make a show of it. Everyone else knows there's nothing going on here.
Me and you -- hell, me and anyone." Raidou snorted and shook his
head. "Heh. That's a joke." He ran a hand through his hair
as he followed Izumo down the hall.
"It's not a
completely alien concept, you know."
"Alien? No, not
entirely. It's just a very past-tense sort of thing. The girls I knew
are dead, and I look like me." Raidou laughed self-deprecatingly
as he opened the door to his room. Like every other room, it was
barely a room -- more like a closet with a small bed at the far end.
Raidou tended to sleep on the floor -- one couldn't fall off the
floor in the middle of the night.
"Hey, come on. You're
not a bad-looking guy." Izumo protested, patting Raidou's
shoulder. "I really think you put too much stock in
that."
"Genma keeps telling me I look better than I
did in the hospital, but no one took any pictures when my eyeball was
still hanging down my face. It can't be that much of an improvement.
Have you really looked at my face, recently? It's pretty damned
disgusting. I try not to look in too many mirrors." Raidou
pointed to the wall, where he'd hung a sheet over the full length
mirror that had come with the room. "I don't need to see to
shave."
"Your face really never bothered me. Made me
do a double-take the first few times I saw you, yeah, but you
don't...disgust me." Izumo sat down on the edge of the bed. "It
makes you look --" He took a moment to find the word he wanted.

"-- distinguished."
Raidou laughed and sat down next
to him. "Well, it is in my paperwork as a distinguishing mark.
You're not going to mistake me for anyone else, with a face like
this."
"I really think it adds something."
Izumo smiled reassuringly and patted Raidou's arm.
"Like
what?" Raidou looked seriously unconvinced. "Genma
tells me that chicks dig scars, but facial scars? Not so much
-- and not this bad. I mean, Iruka's got something, but that's ... I
dunno, he just looked sort of boring, before. He's got that sweet and
harmless thing going for him, too, until he really gets pissed. And
what about Kakashi? You don't see him getting jumped in the road,
either. Of course, that might be because he's an irredeemable
pervert. I don't figure that helps, either." He paused. "Ibiki.
Obviously single." He stared at Izumo, just shy of
condescendingly. He wanted to believe it, but the bulk of the
evidence was not helping.
"You're absolutely right about
Kakashi." Izumo grinned. "But, you're not a pervert, and
you're not in torture and interrogation. You're not like them. You're
a good guy, Rai. And, you know, not everyone likes a clean, pretty
face. I think it..." He looked at the floor, embarrassed. "I
don't think it's disgusting -- different, but not disgusting. I think
it makes you look sort of handsome."
Raidou rubbed at the
scar and studied the patterns in the concrete wall. "I hope like
hell Kotetsu never hears that, or we're both going to get mauled. And
I really don't get what's so handsome about a third of my face being
--" He gestured vaguely and shuddered. "I'm very lucky to
even have that third of my face at all, if even half of what Genma
tells me is true. I guess it could be worse."
"I
wouldn't say it in front of Ko, because he'd just give us shit about
it, and you really don't need that. But, I'm not just making shit up.
It's just...different, all right? I kind of like it, so there must be
other people who do, too." Neither of them looked at the
other.
"I might as well have 'poor impulse control'
tattooed on my face. You know how I got this, right?" Raidou
finally looked up, stealing a glance at Izumo before he returned to
watching the wall. "My face serves as a warning to others."
"I
never thought of it that way. I always saw it as a kind of badge of
honour." Izumo frowned, not understanding. "You were
fighting for the village."
"I was fighting for my

sister. Fools rush in... It was a stupid accident that never
would have happened if I'd been thinking, at all." Raidou shook
his head, bitterly. "And no matter what Genma says about any of
it, he's still a pretentious bastard and he sorely deserved that trip
through the window. I can't believe he came after me, that
stupid fuck."
"Well, of course you weren't thinking.
I don't think many people were, at the time." Izumo said,
quietly, looking uncomfortable. "Look, will you just
believe me when I say I think you look handsome? I'm not making this
shit up."
"You're allowed to say things like that.
You're fucking Kotetsu -- we already know you're crazy." Raidou
laughed and rolled his eyes, pushing away the memories of the
fire.
Izumo joined in the laughter, but kept staring
uncomfortably at the floor.
"It's a minor miracle that
you haven't drowned him in the bathtub, yet. Of course, the only
reason I haven't killed Genma at least five times over is because
he's usually too fast for me to hit him squarely -- well, that and
I'd kind of miss the bastard -- so I might not be one to talk..."

Raidou shrugged and elbowed Izumo.
Izumo shrugged and finally
looked at Raidou. "He's my best friend. If I killed him, I'd be
short a best friend. Then I'd be kind of lonely, you know?"
"Yeah,
I do know. Tempting as it is, sometimes, it's just not a practical
answer." Raidou laughed. "I'm still trying to figure out
when you two became part of the fucked up little family that Genma
and I have. Somewhere along the line, you guys went from being the
smutty little magpies that Genma loved to torture to being my other
little brothers. It just kind of snuck up while I wasn't paying
attention, I guess. I think that's probably why I didn't punch Ko in
the face to shut him up." He considered for a moment. "Maybe
I should punch him in the face a few times. It might help his
retention rate."
"That or it'll make him forget why
you punched him." Izumo laughed. "Brothers, huh? I guess
that means I can't be blowing you -- unless incest flies in this
family."
"Flies? I think it has its own thermal
updraught." Raidou rolled his eyes. "You've got Kotetsu and
Genma's got Hayate -- that's four brothers and two serious
relationships, right there. I'm glad Aoba never keeps any of his
girls long enough for me to have to really know them."
"Oh,
right. Huh. So much for that out." Grinning, Izumo shook his
head. "I guess I'm still blowing you behind Ko's back,
then."
There was a long pause, during which Raidou looked
oddly contemplative. "I don't think I'd know what to do with it,
if you were."
"Heh." Folding his arms across
his chest, Izumo looked away again, embarrassed to even be having
this conversation. "Well, you're straight, so I guess you don't
have to worry about that, right?"
"Straight's kind
of a cop-out. I'm closer to asexual. I just don't get the appeal, at
all, although I will admit to some perverse curiosity about why in
the hell people do some of the things I've heard about. I mean, I ask
Genma, sometimes, but that's not usually useful. He lives a little
too much of it to remember being clueless."
"Oh.
Uh..." Izumo looked somewhat chastened. "Heh, I guess if
you're asexual, then you wouldn't want blow jobs,
right?"
Raidou shrugged. "It's more that I really
just don't care if I'm getting them or not, since I have no idea why
I'd want one, or why anyone would give one. It just doesn't sound at
all pleasant, on either side. That can't taste all that good, and I'm
not really sure I want someone slobbering all over my
crotch."
Somewhere in Izumo's head, the light began to
dawn. "Wait, wait. You've never had one?"
"Nope."
"Aw,
man, you're really missing out! It's fucking amazing!"

Suddenly, Izumo was entirely sympathetic. Here was a man in his
mid-twenties who had never once had his cock sucked. It was a
true tragedy, if a little bit difficult to comprehend.
"Hm.
Nope, still really not getting it." Raidou sighed and ran a hand
through his hair. He stared at the ceiling as he tried to explain
himself to Izumo. "The entirety of my experience can be summed
up pretty simply. Before the fire, I was too good for girls. After
the fire, girls were too good for me. The only times I've ever gotten
anything have involved either my own hand in the obvious way
or Genma's hands on my feet -- he's such a bastard." He
blushed, remembering the last time Genma had given him a massage. He
kept telling himself he'd wear shoes before he let Genma put a hand
on him, again, but it was just more trouble than it was worth.
"I...
damn. You really are missing out. Um... Let me see if I can
put it in a way that makes sense. It's like... Well, first off, it's
about fifty times better than even the best hand. Period. I know it
sounds gross, but your cock is stuck in something very warm and very
wet, and nothing feels quite like a tongue there. And if he
hums while he's doing it..." Izumo broke off with a dazed smile,
thinking about the incredible feel of Kotetsu's tongue and the way
his whole body would tingle with every one of his best friend's
rapturous moans. "Fucking amazing."
"Hums?"

Raidou looked entirely confused by the idea. Was it even possible to
hum with your mouth full? He thought about it for a while and
concluded that it probably was.
"Vibrations." Izumo
grinned, lecherously.
"I don't know. It still sounds kind
of revolting." Raidou looked even more confused and shrugged.
"Anything beyond 'insert tab a into slot b' -- with one of my
hands standing in for slot b, of course -- is just a bit beyond me.
I'm just not seeing the appeal. I guess I can't pass judgement,
though, having never tried it."
"I guess it is kind
of strange, but it feels like nothing else. You should really try it,
sometime. I know you think no one would, but that's just not true.
They would -- you just have to find the right person."
Izumo patted Raidou's arm, again, comfortingly. "It's like I
said, before: I think you're good-looking, in your own unique
way."
Raidou persisted in looking perplexed as he eyed
Izumo sideways. "Wait... was that an offer? I'm sorry, I
can't tell. I've never been very good at these things."
"I...
uh..." Izumo stared at Raidou in bafflement and stark surprise.

"I thought you weren't into guys."
"I like tits
and, by extension, girls. Girls are great, don't get me wrong. But,
you know, I'm not entirely without curiosity, and I fail to
understand the point, if not the principle, of most of the sexual
acts that can be performed by any two humans. I mean, I've mostly got
the whole tab a slot b thing, but that's because it obviously works
pretty much like a hand -- tight and roughly cylindrical." This
was quite possibly the most frank discussion of sex and his own
quirks that Raidou had ever had, and it was terribly
uncomfortable. He was sure he was supposed to be explaining how he
could have made the mistake of thinking that Izumo was offering, but
he seemed to be explaining why he wouldn't mind an offer. "You're
the first person to express anything that might even pass for an
interest since I left the hospital. Well, other than Genma. He
threatens things, occasionally, but he's both my best friend and an
uncompromising come-guzzling gutter-slut. I can never take him
seriously -- he doesn't take himself seriously."
Izumo
managed an uncomfortable chuckle. "Well, you know, a mouth is
like a hand, but wetter and with more suction, and -- you know what?
I'm full of shit. A mouth isn't anything like a hand. It's more
like... like... um..." Scratching at his elbow, he studied
everything in the room that wasn't Raidou. "Do you want
me to show you what it's like?"
Raidou stared intently at
a spot on the ceiling. "I don't know. Do you want to?"
"Well,
I don't want to push any limits, here -- cross any lines that
shouldn't be crossed, you know?" Izumo cleared his throat,
obviously uncomfortable with, if nothing else, the sheer awkwardness
of the conversation. "It's up to you, since you're the one who's
never..." He gestured vaguely.
"I don't want to step
on Ko's feet or anything. You're not a girl, so I'm not getting a
stand up and salute, here, but I'm oddly curious, and you don't seem
to find me entirely hideous." Raidou discovered that the more
nervous he got, the more he rambled. He was entirely terrified at the
idea of anyone touching him at all, nevermind a guy

who belonged to someone else getting into his pants.
Still, it wasn't the sort of offer one got every day -- in fact,
Raidou hadn't gotten an offer for so much as a kiss in more years
than he particularly wanted to consider.
"I keep telling
you I don't." Izumo looked like he might get irked if he had to
make that point again. "Besides, Kotetsu seems to be convinced
that I've been blowing you for a while anyway, and he knows I
wouldn't leave him, and -- hell, knowing Kotetsu? -- he'd
probably consider this a charity act. So, you've got nothing
to worry about from him. And if you really want to keep it a secret,
I won't say a word."
"'Charity act'." Raidou
snorted. "I really am that pathetic, aren't I?" He shook
his head and stared up at the ceiling for a long, quiet moment.

"You'd promise me it never leaves this room? I -- well, you
should probably tell Kotetsu. If nothing else, if you admit to it
after you do it, in some sick way you'd prove you weren't doing it
before." He laughed awkwardly and looked slightly nervous, which
was no mean feat, considering that somewhere in the back of his head
he could hear his conscience and several parts of his mind rather
vehemently objecting to the idea he was proposing. He was, after all,
a ninja -- if he couldn't suppress his own terrors, he would be in
the wrong line of work.
Izumo laughed just as awkwardly.
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess it would." He picked at his
fingernails. "So, ah, was that a yes? Do you want me to?"
The
ceiling was fascinating, today, and Raidou just couldn't keep his
eyes off it. "If you want to do it, I'm curious enough to let
you try it."
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