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Free Fiction Friday 9: In Case of Emergency (A Naruto Fanfiction)

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I missed posting last week due to illness, but I’m back with a belated week nine of http://www.freefictionfriday.com!

Today, I’m sharing a piece I wrote for a fanfiction/fanart contest a few years ago. The pairing is Kotetsu (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Kotetsu_Hagane) and Izumo (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Izumo_Kamizuki) of Naruto and the theme for the contest was “on duty”. This piece contains no plot spoilers for the series, and can be understood without knowing anything about the series (though, there are some small references that might be more entertaining if you’re familiar with it). All you need to know is that at the time of this story, Tsunade is the Hokage (leader) of Konoha (the village where they live), and Kotetsu and Izumo are shinobi (ninja) who are a team.

 

Categories and advisories: M/M, friends-and-lovers theme, frotting, implied violence, a bit of silliness.

 

Potentially unfamiliar terms: the suffix “sama” – an honorific used for someone of a much higher station. Nin – short for ninja. Other terms covered above.

 

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.


“No sex on missions.”

 

Kotetsu blinked a few times, his eyebrows raised in shock. Tsunade had called him and Izumo into her office near the end of the workday, not saying what she needed to see them about. He had not known what to expect, but he had certainly not anticipated the words she had just spoken in clipped tones.

 

“Tsunade-sama?” Izumo asked, apparently just as surprised at Kotetsu.

“Don’t worry, I tell all couples this if they work in the field together. It’s standard procedure for me to remind you, even though it’s in the shinobi rules. Yes, I know you’ve been together for a while, the whole village knows it. Congratulations by the way, it’s about time.” Tsunade’s voice softened and she graced them with a brief smile.

 

“Anyway. I called you in today because, as you know, missions have been picking up lately, so you may get sent out. Couples who work together can lose focus if they’re too wrapped up in each other. But that’s not an option, for you two especially – I don’t want to get a message that my assistants got captured or killed because they were too busy screwing to notice an enemy’s presence. Or that you lost a battle due to being in a post-coital haze.” She said all of this matter-of-factly, taking turns looking at Izumo and Kotetsu, as though she were making sure they were taking what she said seriously.

 

Kotetsu felt as though his insides were squirming just from the way Tsunade looked at him. He resisted the temptation to glance over at his lover, who was undoubtedly equally uncomfortable.

 

“That being said, there can be an exception if it’s absolutely necessary – and I don’t just mean that you’re horny, that doesn’t count as an emergency. You’re shinobi and I expect you to act as such when on duty. But I don’t want you to go into shutdown and come back a mess.”

 

Kotetsu nodded, letting her words sink in. What she was saying made sense, really. And it wasn’t as though he couldn’t keep his hands off of Izumo for a day. Or two. Or a week.

 

A week? Who was he kidding? It would be torture. He sighed, and Tsunade raised an eyebrow and glared at him. Kotetsu swallowed a lump in his throat and managed to muster his most serious expression. He was a shinobi. On a mission, he could set aside his base desires. Somehow.

 

Tsunade seemed placated by Kotetsu’s change in demeanor, and continued. “I hope I don’t have to tell you this but I will anyway – no sex in the workplace either – on duty or off. Not at the missions desk, or in the closet, and especially not in my office. I don’t want ass-marks – or worse – on my desk, I try to keep it clean.” She grinned wickedly at them. “You are dismissed.”

 

With that, she looked down at the paperwork on her desk and the two men took their leave. The workday was over so they headed out of the Hokage tower and leisurely made their way back to their apartment, arms around each other’s waists.

 

“You know, I wonder if she’s installed cameras in the Hokage tower,” Kotetsu mused after they had been walking in amicable silence for a while. “I mean, it’s almost as though she wants to catch us. You saw her expression way back when she walked in on us holding hands when we were trying to solve the code.”

 

Izumo rolled his eyes. “I really don’t think she wants any homemade porn of us, she was just teasing. I hope, anyway. The idea is creepy.” He shuddered. “Not like I’d want to take the chance,” he said, glancing at Kotetsu out of the corner of his uncovered eye.

 

“Aww, it’d be fun,” Kotetsu joked. “Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to skip lunch and fuck in the closet.”

 

Izumo laughed. “There’s a difference between wanting to do something and doing it. Who knows what Tsunade-sama would make us do to make up for it if we got caught?”

 

“I know, I know,” Kotetsu agreed, pulling out his key when they arrived at their apartment. “Waiting a few hours until work is over isn’t too much torture.” He unlocked the door and Izumo worked at disabling traps. “As long as I get to have this – ” Kotetsu grabbed his lover’s ass as he followed Izumo into the entryway – “and this –” he continued, reaching around and fondling Izumo’s crotch. “- when I get home,” he finished with a cheeky grin.

 

Izumo laughed and turned, pulling Kotetsu into a kiss. They parted long enough for Izumo to whisper, “Of course.”

 

Within minutes, clothing littered the floor and the two were in bed, bodies joined in a way that felt so familiar, so good, and so right.

 

——

 

It was mere days later when Iruka informed them that they had been assigned to an upcoming mission and would leave the next day. The mission was simple enough, nothing to write home about. Just a simple search for a rogue nin, who knew information that could be of use to enemies. Kotetsu and Izumo were even permitted to use force and kill her if necessary rather than capturing her and bringing her back to the village.

 

It took Izumo and Kotetsu a few days to find the rogue nin, but when they did, the battle was brief but intense. They did end up having to kill her, something that Kotetsu didn’t like, but he was able to deal with it, as was Izumo. This was part of being a shinobi, after all. When they took care of disposing of the body, they shared a look, communicating wordlessly, each confirming that the other was okay, more mentally and emotionally than physically.

 

The wind, which had been present during the whole mission, but mild, strengthened and grew bitterly cold as the two men made their way back to Konoha. They were only a few hours from their destination by the time evening had fallen, but Kotetsu was growing tired of fighting the frigid wind. He looked over at his partner, who bounded through the trees beside him, and gestured toward the ground, indicating that it might be a good idea to set up camp. Izumo nodded and they descended to the forest floor.

 

First priority was setting up their tent – it was too cold to bother eating outside, even with a fire. They made do with a meal of dried ninja rations while sitting on their sleeping bags. The tent blocked the wind, but they could still hear it tearing through the trees outside, and the cold seeped through the thin fabric of the tent.

 

Kotetsu shivered. “The first thing I’m doing when I get back home is taking a long, hot shower.”

 

“You’d better be willing to share that shower,” Izumo replied with a smirk. “I don’t want you to use up all the hot water and not save any for me. Besides, it’s been days since we’ve had sex and I want to make up for that as soon as possible.”

 

“Don’t remind me,” Kotetsu groaned. “It’s so hard just sleeping next to you, I’ve wanted you so bad.”

 

Izumo nodded. “I can see why Tsunade-sama warned us. It’d be too easy to just give in to our impulses, but we need to stay in the right mindset for the mission.”

 

“Well, technically, we’ve completed our objective and are almost home…” Kotetsu mused, throwing Izumo a lopsided grin.

 

“And yet somehow I feel like Tsunade-sama would find out,” Izumo said. “Damn it, why did you have to bring up the idea of her installing cameras in the tower? Now I feel like there are people in the trees watching us.” He playfully tugged on a few of Kotetsu’s spikes.

 

Kotetsu swatted Izumo’s hand away. “If you don’t want to make me horny, don’t touch my hair,” he warned, but then leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lover’s lips.

 

“We should get to sleep,” Izumo said. “The sooner we get up the sooner we’ll be in that shower.”

 

“Agreed,” Kotetsu said.

 

Both men crawled into their sleeping bags, fully clothed. Izumo faced one wall of the tent, and Kotetsu pressed up against his lover’s back as close as he could through the sleeping bags separating them.

 

“Night, ’Zumo. Love you.”

 

“Love you too, ’Tetsu. Sleep well.”

 

But half an hour later, Kotetsu still couldn’t sleep, and judging by the cadence and shallowness of Izumo’s breathing, the other man was awake as well. Kotetsu sighed. It was just too cold for his body to relax enough to drift into dreamland.

 

“Hey. ’Zumo.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I think it’d be warmer if we joined our sleeping bags together and got naked. Sharing body heat and all.” Kotetsu wasn’t even thinking about sex at this point; he just wanted to warm up.

 

“Honestly, that’s a good idea,” Izumo replied.

 

Despite the dark, the two managed to make quick work of unzipping their sleeping bags and joining them together. They awkwardly shucked their clothes while in the cocoon they had created, taking care to avoid exposing newly nude skin to the air in the tent. When their clothing was kicked to the bottom of the sleeping bags, Kotetsu and Izumo found themselves facing each other with only their heads peeking out. Kotetsu maneuvered himself flush up against Izumo, and groaned at the full body contact. Izumo’s skin was warm, warmer than clothing and sleeping bag had been. Izumo must have felt the same way, because he let out a pleased hum.

 

They breathed each other’s spent breath, and Kotetsu wrapped his arms around the other man and hugged him, wanting more skin on skin, more warmth.

 

“Mmm, you feel so good,” Kotetsu murmured, pressing his forehead to Izumo’s.

 

“Are you trying to seduce me, Kotetsu?” Izumo asked. There was a playful lilt in his voice.

 

“I actually wasn’t planning on it,” Kotetsu admitted. “But now that you mention it… sex would definitely make us warmer.” He pressed his groin into Izumo’s. Neither man was hard at the moment, but that could change very quickly.

 

“I was just kidding. We’ve been so good so far, and we shouldn’t have sex since it’s not absolutely necessary. We’re still technically on a mission.”

 

“Don’t you think freezing our balls off counts as an emergency? You know, testosterone and all. I bet we wouldn’t fight as well without it.”

 

Izumo laughed. “Using physiology as an excuse, nice. Though in a way, you’re right. If we lost them that would definitely put a cramp in our sex life. Which would make us less effective as shinobi due to frustration.”

 

Kotetsu grinned in the dark. “I knew you’d see things my way.” He didn’t mention the fact that technically it was Izumo who had started them down this path. He was merely happy that they were going to be doing something.

 

Kotetsu ran his fingers down Izumo’s back and squeezed his lover’s ass. He felt Izumo’s cock hardening against his own, and pressed his mouth to Izumo’s. They kissed lazily, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, and Izumo stroked Kotetsu’s side before resting his hand on Kotetsu’s waist. Izumo tasted faintly of the jerky they had eaten earlier, but behind that was a taste that was all Izumo, one that Kotetsu knew and loved.

 

It wasn’t long before just the touch of their bodies against each other and kissing weren’t enough. Kotetsu didn’t know who had initiated it, but they were grinding their erections together, and Kotetsu moaned into Izumo’s mouth. Then he remembered something, and pulled back.

 

“Shit,” Kotetsu swore.

 

“Hmmm? What’s wrong?”

 

“No lube.”

 

Izumo was silent for a moment. “We do have medicinal salve,” he offered.

 

“Yeah, but that would mean getting out of this nice warm place and into the cold to dig through our bags.” Kotetsu mused. “Well, there are other things we can do.”

 

“I think blowjobs are out – breathing would be hard to do from completely under the sleeping bag. Besides,” Izumo added, wrinkling his nose, “we’re not exactly clean.”

 

“How about this,” Kotetsu asked, and drew back his hips just a bit so that he could wrap his hand around Izumo’s cock. He stroked slowly, just a tease.

“Yeah,” Izumo said breathily. “That works.” He reached down and gripped Kotetsu’s erection, mirroring his lover’s actions.

 

Their lips met once more, and Kotetsu let himself get lost in Izumo’s taste, in the feel of the warm chest against his own, in the delightful sensations coming from the hand that working over his cock. Kotetsu’s hand moved almost without him having to think about it, he was so familiar with Izumo’s body, with what made his lover feel good, as amazing as Izumo was making him feel.

 

A particular swipe of Izumo’s thumb over the head of Kotetsu’s cock made arousal spike and flood through Kotetsu’s body. He let out a small noise of need, which Izumo swallowed. Precome was leaking unchecked from the slit, and Kotetsu moaned when Izumo spread it around, adding just a slight bit of glide to the strokes. Soon Kotetsu was able to do the same for his lover, the slick indications of Izumo’s arousal making Kotetsu want Izumo even more.

 

They rarely made love like this, just stroking each other to the point of coming, usually preferring more full body contact. Still, no matter the situation, Kotetsu wanted nothing more than to please Izumo, and he knew that his lover felt the same way. Trying to focus more on Izumo than on his own pleasure, Kotetsu paid more attention to the movements of his hand over Izumo’s cock. He finally broke their kiss, wanting to look into his lover’s eyes, but it was too dark to see anything but the outline of the other man. He knew what Izumo’s face would look like though – he had seen it so many times.

 

“Izumo,” he said softly, tenderness filling the single word, and then he cried out suddenly as Izumo’s thumb rubbed against the particularly sensitive spot under the head of Kotetsu’s cock.

 

“Can’t last,” Kotetsu admitted. It had only been a few days since they had made love, and since he had come, but he had wanted Izumo so badly ever time night had fallen. So every movement of Izumo’s hand, the sound of Izumo’s breathing, and the warmth radiating from Izumo’s body drove Kotetsu closer and closer to the edge.

 

“Then come for me,” Izumo whispered, voice a combination of love and lust. He tightened his fist and stroked faster, his own breathing ragged from what Kotetsu was doing to him.

 

It wasn’t much longer before Kotetsu was there, Izumo’s words and hand wrenching his orgasm from him. He let out a strangled cry as he came, balls tightening and cock pulsing with the successive spurts of his release.

 

Kotetsu’s hand grew slack as he rode out the aftershocks, and Izumo let out a noise of frustration, dropping his hand from Kotetsu’s cock and gripping Kotetsu’s hip instead.

 

“Damn it, ’Tetsu, don’t stop,” Izumo groaned and bucked into Kotetsu’s loosened fist.

 

“Sorry,” Kotetsu murmured, and managed to tighten his grip and start stroking again.

 

Izumo was soon trembling slightly, his hand tightly squeezing Kotetsu’s hip and Kotetsu could tell that his lover was teetering on the brink of orgasm. It only took a few more moments, a few more flicks of Kotetsu’s wrist, before Izumo cried out and came, hot seed spurting onto Kotetsu’s belly.

 

Kotetsu released Izumo’s cock, and the two lay there for several minutes, the only sound that of their slowing breathing and the wind outside tearing through the trees.

 

Eventually, Izumo used his foot to retrieve an article of clothing to clean the come off their bodies. When Izumo wiped him down, Kotetsu could tell from the texture that it was a pair of boxers and was grateful that Izumo hadn’t unthinkingly used one of their outer pieces of clothing. If that had been the case, they would have had to wash it to avoid wearing the signs of their indiscretions when they returned home.

 

Because yes, what they had just done had been an indiscretion. There had been no true emergency. They wouldn’t have frozen to death if they hadn’t jerked each other off. They were still on a mission, and the hokage had said ‘no sex on missions’.

 

But in that moment, in his post-orgasmic bliss, Kotetsu didn’t give a damn.

 

“Are you warm enough now?” Izumo asked.

 

“Mmm. Nice and toasty,” Kotetsu replied contentedly. “Think I can sleep now.”

 

“Me, too. Love you.” Izumo kissed Kotetsu, a brief press of lips on lips, then rolled with his back to Kotetsu.

 

“Love you too,” Kotetsu said, and wrapped an arm around Izumo, holding him close.

 

And with that, they fell asleep within minutes.

 

——

 

“Hagane! Kamizuki!” Tsunade roared. “In my office, now!”

 

Kotetsu started in surprise and Izumo accidentally dropped the mission report that he had been about to hand to Iruka. Kotetsu turned to look at the hokage, who was already storming to her office, ponytails swishing back and forth.

 

“I’ll handle those,” Iruka said, indicating the papers that had slipped from Izumo’s fingers to the floor when the man had flinched at Tsunade’s voice. “You’d better follow her now before she gets angrier.”

 

Kotetsu could have sworn that Iruka was holding back a laugh, and stood stock still trying to puzzle out what was going on.

 

Izumo muttered a quick “thanks” and grabbed his partner’s arm, pulling Kotetsu back to the moment.

 

The two walked briskly down the hallway toward Tsunade’s office. Kotetsu said nothing, wondering why Tsunade would be angry with them. The mission had gone well, as had their work before leaving. He could only think of one thing, and looked over to his best friend, partner, and lover.

 

They didn’t need to speak; both were thinking the same thing.

 

‘How the hell did she know?’

 

And more importantly, ‘What is she going to do to us?’

 

The End

 

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Free Fiction Friday 8: Why Kakashi Is Always Late (A Naruto Fanfiction) – With Audio Podfic

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We’re up to week eight of http://www.freefictionfriday.com! For this week’s post, I’m sharing my very first piece of M/M erotica, written back in 2007. Ah, memories… It is set in the Naruto manga/anime universe and features Iruka (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Iruka_Umino) and Kakashi (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Kakashi_Hatake). This piece contains no real plot spoilers for the series, and can be understood without knowing anything about the series. All you need to know is that Iruka’s a teacher of young ninja and Kakashi is a leader of a small team of ninja. It’s pretty much pure smut.

There is audio of me reading this fic, here http://www.mediafire.com/listen/kxg1hu24au2x1p1/Why_Kakashi_is_Always_Late_(KakashiXIruka).mp3 You can listen to it streaming or download it. It’s admittedly not the cleanest recording, and it has some intro material from when I recorded a few years ago for a live audience, but if you like to have stories read to you, check it out! There are a few differences in verbiage between the written and audio versions due to recent edits of the written story.

Categories and advisories: M/M erotica, oral sex, anal sex (both unprotected because they’re a fluid bonded couple – can you tell that despite writing unprotected sex I’m a fan of safer sex practices?), a bit of silliness.

Potentially unfamiliar terms:  Icha-Icha – Kakashi’s favorite book series, which is erotic romance. Sharingan – a magic eye that can do some pretty interesting stuff. Kakashi has one sharingan eye, which he keeps closed when not using it.

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.


And, just a reminder: though hopefully enjoyable, this piece is not indicative of my current writing skills (like I said, first M/M smut fic, written in 2007). I made a few edits before posting it here, though. Among other things, I’ve weeded out the majority of epithets, including all the comparative ones (you don’t want to know how many times I had “the brunet”, “his lover”, “the older man”, “the younger man”, “the chuunin”, and “the jounin” (the last two are ranks)). There is still a third person omniscient perspective, so if you don’t like head-hopping, this may not be your cup of tea. Though, to me and those who have read this before, it’s clear who feels/thinks what…
Anyway, enough disclaimers. If I haven’t scared you away with all of that, I hope you have fun reading!

Iruka’s fingers tangled in Kakashi’s silver hair, breath coming in short gasps.
“Ka..ka..shi..” Iruka groaned, completely at the mercy of the man who was doing such amazing things with his mouth. Kakashi was focusing all his attention on pleasing his lover, sucking hard on Iruka’s erection, tongue alternating between flicking over the tip and teasing along the shaft.

Raising his head but not quite releasing Iruka’s length, he asked, “What? Should I stop?”

The warm breath against wet, sensitive skin made Iruka shiver, and he growled at Kakashi’s teasing, pushing Kakashi’s head back down onto his cock. Kakashi resumed his previous actions and pressed two fingers against the very root of Iruka’s cock, just behind his balls, while continuing to suck and lick at the head. This caused Iruka to tremble and made his breathing grow even more erratic. Kakashi laughed at the reactions, which sent pleasurable vibrations down Iruka’s length. This elicited a moan, which Iruka, embarrassed, attempted to muffle by stuffing a fist into his mouth. Kakashi pulled Iruka’s arm aside gently.

 

“I want to hear you,” he said after releasing Iruka again. “Don’t hold back.” His voice was soft and caring, but commanding.

 

Finally, Iruka let go, fully surrendering to the feelings welling up within his body. After a few more moments of delightful torment, he was screaming Kakashi’s name.

“Kakashi!” Iruka’s hips jerked and he came with a guttural groan, his seed spilling into Kakashi’s mouth.

Easily swallowing the come, Kakashi slowly released Iruka’s cock and scooted up to lay beside Iruka in their bed. They kissed, and Iruka could taste himself on Kakashi’s tongue.

“I’m glad I was able to help you relax,” Kakashi said, poking fun at Iruka’s normally uptight exterior.

“I was already plenty relaxed after last night’s sex and sleep. You’re the one who decided to molest me the moment I woke up,” the post-coital man said leisurely, though he was not at all upset to receive a surprise blowjob.

Kakashi played along. “Sorry, since I read Icha-Icha before bed, I had sex dreams and woke up horny. And you’re too cute to resist when you’re sleeping.” He stroked Iruka’s chest.

“Pervert. And I know we’re not done yet.” He smiled and grabbed Kakashi’s erection. Kakashi would need to be satisfied.

“Of course not. And it’s not just for me,” Kakashi said seductively, as though reading the Iruka’s mind. “You want my cock inside of you as much as I want to fuck you until you’re screaming again.”

Iruka blushed, getting aroused once more. Kakashi was the only one who knew that the seemingly straight-laced teacher not only craved frequent sex, but also got turned on by dirty talk. Iruka drew Kakashi close and kissed him hard.

Kakashi chuckled at his eager partner. “You’re up for more already?”

Iruka mutely nodded.

“Can you flip over?”

Iruka did so, propped up on elbows and knees. Kakashi’s long-neglected erection twitched when he saw Iruka so open and ready for him. Quickly grabbing a vial of lubricant from the bedside table, he coated a few fingers with the slick substance. Kakashi gripped one of Iruka’s hips to steady him, and slowly pushed two fingers into his entrance. Iruka moaned as Kakashi stretched him open.

Face nearly buried in the pillow, Iruka managed to groan out, “Need you now.”

Normally, Kakashi preferred to torment Iruka, pleasuring him, but not enough to reach orgasm, until Iruka was begging Kakashi to take him. This time however, Iruka simply looked so gorgeous – face flushed, hair spread out over his back and the pillow – that Kakashi didn’t bother to resist any longer. He ran his tongue up Iruka’s spine, provoking a shiver, before removing his fingers, lubricating his own erection and burying himself deep inside tight heat.

The sensation of being so suddenly filled made Iruka gasp. No matter how often they did this, he was always amazed at how good it felt when Kakashi’s hard length entered him. After giving Iruka a moment to acclimate, the older man began to thrust slowly into Iruka from behind, reveling in the tight heat of the passage surrounding him.

The two men’s bodies moved in harmony, Kakashi’s cock rubbing against Iruka’s prostate with every stroke. Though pleasure filled Kakashi, he knew he would be able to last long enough to make Iruka come first. Kakashi’s endurance as a ninja carried over to his stamina in the bedroom (or in the bath, in the shower, on the floor, over the table, wherever he decided to take Iruka). He enjoyed pleasing Iruka even more than he cared about his own physical gratification. It was just worth it to hear the sounds that came from Iruka, to admire his flushed skin and expressions of ecstasy. The man beneath Kakashi, surrounding him, was simply beautiful. This just made Kakashi want Iruka more, and he began to speed up with his thrusts.

A strangled scream made its way out of Iruka’s throat. Pleasure built within him as Kakashi’s cock pressed against his walls and sweet spot with faster and harder thrusts. He could keep taking it for hours, it felt so amazing, but his body wouldn’t withstand as much sensation as Kakashi could give him. Iruka simply let himself enjoy what Kakashi was doing to make him feel so good.

 

Kakashi felt Iruka’s relaxation and wrapped an arm around Iruka’s chest to support him. Toying with a hard nipple, Kakashi pressed kisses over Iruka’s exposed back, while continuing to thrust himself repeatedly into the tight body quaking beneath him.

“How do you feel?” Kakashi whispered into Iruka’s ear, trailing his hand down Iruka’s chest and stomach, teasingly close to the erection below.

“Mmm,” purred Iruka, “Touch me… please…” he begged, knowing Kakashi would show him some mercy. He was so close to the edge, all he wanted was for Kakashi to push him over it.

Kakashi obliged and wrapped a strong hand around Iruka’s cock, still wet from their earlier activities. Iruka groaned at the initial contact, but could only whimper and moan when Kakashi sped up the pace of both his strokes and thrusts.

 

Soon, the combination of friction against his prostate and the stroking of Kakashi’s hand over the head of his erection were too much to bear. He came with a final moan, his semen shooting out onto the sheets and Kakashi’s hand. Kakashi continued to support his lover as the tightening of Iruka’s inner muscles brought him to his peak, his powerful orgasm driving his hips forward and making him come deep inside Iruka.

They remained in that position for several moments, Iruka trembling while being held up by a comforting arm around his chest. Kakashi tenderly kissed Iruka on the back of the neck before pulling out. Helping Iruka relax on his side, Kakashi lay on his back and provided his broad chest as a pillow. Iruka sighed happily as Kakashi stroked his hair with one hand and licked the semen off the other.

 

“Love you,” Iruka murmured into Kakashi’s chest.

Kakashi smiled, bent forward to kiss Iruka on the forehead, and held him close.

“Love you too, Iruka.” He lay back, closing his right eye, his left having been closed the whole time to avoid using his sharingan.

After a while of just laying nude with Kakashi, the sleepy teacher realized it was probably a good idea to get up and get ready for the day.

“Kakashi? What time is it?” he asked, hoping it was still early enough for him to have adequate time to prepare for school.

“Oh, about seven,” Kakashi replied calmly.

 

Iruka shot upright and Kakashi opened his normal eye to look at Iruka quizzically. “What’s wrong, Iruka?”

Glaring down at his lazy partner, Iruka spoke with the exasperation of a teacher lecturing a disobedient child for the hundredth time. In fact, that was exactly what he was doing. “First off, I have to be at school at eight. But more importantly, you’re supposed to have been training your team since an hour ago! You do this all the time!”

Unfazed, Kakashi replied, “They can practice together for a while. That’s what teams are for.”

“No, it’s just an excuse for you to be lazy!” Iruka sighed and shoved Kakashi out of their bed, half in annoyance and half because he felt like the other man deserved it. Kakashi fell to the floor with a satisfying thump. “This is why you’re late for everything, even missions. You have no self discipline and no ability to prioritize.” Iruka chided, as he got out of bed, the responsible teacher once more.

Kakashi got up from the floor then stood face to face with Iruka, giving a cheeky grin before pulling on his clothes but still leaving his handsome face bare. “Well, it’s not like it did any harm today. And it’s not out of laziness that I did this. You enjoyed yourself too, I know…”

Iruka, now out of his wanton sexual mindset, didn’t respond and merely blushed.

Kakashi kissed him tenderly and whispered, “See you tonight,” flicking his tongue against Iruka’s earlobe. The still-nude ninja blushed again, and his partner merely left the room with a wave to go meet his team, over an hour late.

The End

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Free Fiction Friday 6: First Day in Office (A Fullmetal Alchemist Fanfiction) – With Audio

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We are at week six of http://www.freefictionfriday.com! I have another fanfiction piece to share today, one I wrote during a particularly prolific period two and a half years ago. This story takes place in the world of the manga Fullmetal Alchemist. I wrote it with the canon of the manga and the second anime series (FMA Brotherhood) in mind, but it could work in an alternate universe of the first anime series. It takes place several years after the series, but there aren’t any significant spoilers for the series, and you don’t need to be familiar with it to enjoy the story, I think! The characters featured are http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Roy_Mustang and http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Edward_Elric

 

I also have an audio recording I made of myself reading this story. The mic I had at the time wasn’t great, but I edited out the background noise as much as possible. So if you’d like to listen to me reading this, you can stream or download from http://www.mediafire.com/listen/fgj23z1238cfh0g/First_Day_in_Office_(RoyxEd).mp3

 

Categories and advisories for this story: crossdressing for sexual purposes, military/uniform kink, M/M, anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex

 

Potentially new/unfamiliar terms: in this world, Furher is the title/rank for the leader of the nation of Amestris. This is not WWII era Germany, but an alternate world.

 

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist, the world, and characters, belong to Hiromu Arakawa and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

 

Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. For example, I don’t use comparative epithets, any more… However, I decided to leave this story as is for now rather than give it an overhaul. I think it’s still entertaining as is.

 

I hope you enjoy First Day in Office!

 

 

Roy Mustang sat behind the desk in his new office and sighed. First day as Furher and the influx of papers that he was required to read and sign seemed like it would never end.

 

The inauguration ceremony had been the day before, and it had been quite boring for the most part. Though he was known as a charmer, Roy didn’t enjoy schmoozing with the elite; he much preferred to be able to relax and be himself. The true celebration had begun when he was finally able to go home. He and Ed had enjoyed each other’s bodies late into the night, making love like there was no tomorrow.

 

But then tomorrow had come, and Roy had kissed his lover goodbye.

 

“Have a good day, Furher Mustang,” Ed had said when Roy turned to leave, giving Roy a smack on the ass and a nibble on the ear. “I’ll come by to distract you from your work later.”

 

Roy had chuckled without turning back to Ed. “I’d like that. Enjoy your day, Fullmetal.”

 

And with that, Roy had left their new home, the Furher’s mansion. His driver had held open the door to the back seat of the car that would take him to work from that day onward, and Roy had thanked the man. They had driven in silence, and Roy had thanked him again, wishing him a pleasant day when he had let Roy out at headquarters.

 

Walking through headquarters had been interesting. Some people had greeted Roy verbally, others silently, but they all had saluted. It would take some getting used to. After what had seemed like hours since he had left home, Roy had opened his office door to find a desk covered in several large stacks of paper, which had made his eyes grow wide. It would be a long day.

 

Now, at noon, with only a quarter of the paperwork completed, and more coming in now and then, Roy sighed again. He was contemplating breaking for lunch, even though he wasn’t hungry, when a knock came at the door to his office. “Come in,” he called, staying seated behind his desk. As long as the person didn’t add to his stack of paperwork to be completed, he didn’t care who was at the door.

 

Roy smiled when a certain blond head peeked into the room. Ed entered Roy’s office with a wave, carrying a bag from a department store. Roy looked at the bag with a raised eyebrow. Neither he nor Ed usually shopped there.

 

“Hi,” Ed said, approaching the desk. “How’s your first day?”

 

“Better now that you’re here,” Roy said, gesturing to his pile of papers that he hadn’t yet looked at. “What’s in the bag?”

 

“A present for you,” Ed said, giving Roy his trademark grin… but it looked a little less cocky than usual, Roy thought. Was that apprehension he saw on Ed’s face?

 

“Oh?” he asked, waiting for Ed to explain.

 

“Yeah, figured I should get you something. You know, for your new office. Well, sort of. You’ll see,” he said, fidgeting a bit where he stood.

 

Roy was right – Ed was definitely nervous. But why be concerned over a simple gift? He waited for Ed to hand him the bag, but the younger man made no move to do so. Instead, he looked down, a light blush staining his cheeks

 

“Well? Do I get my present?”

 

Ed looked back up at Roy. “In a minute. I need to use your bathroom,” he said.

 

Puzzled, Roy simply nodded and gestured toward the bathroom adjoining the office. Ed went in, taking the bag with him and shutting the door behind him. Roy drummed his fingers on the desk, waiting to find out what Ed was up to.

 

A few minutes later, Ed called from the bathroom, “Close your eyes until I say you can open them.”

 

Now Roy was extremely curious. But he would play along. “All right, I’ll close my eyes,” he said, doing so.

 

“Are they closed?”

 

“Yes, Fullmetal,” he said, a touch of impatience in his voice.

 

“No peeking,” Ed insisted.

 

“I promise I will not peek,” Roy said in his most politically sincere voice, which made Ed laugh.

 

“All right,” said Ed, and Roy heard the door to the bathroom open. Soft footfalls approached the desk, and stopped directly in front of Roy. A moment later, warm lips pressed against his own, and Roy kept his eyes closed, as promised, leaned in and deepened the kiss. He probed Ed’s mouth with his tongue, savoring the taste, and Ed let out a small hum of pleasure before pulling back all too soon.

 

“You can open your eyes,” Ed said quietly.

 

Roy did, and when he looked at Ed, his jaw dropped. The younger man’s hair was down and he was wearing an ensemble similar to the military uniforms, blue with gold accents. This in itself was strange enough, but it was the particular style of the clothing itself that rendered Roy speechless.

 

Ed was wearing a miniskirt.

 

There was no other way to describe it – the skirt was far from reaching Ed’s knees. There were a few inches of space between the hem of the skirt and thigh-high white socks. Ed wore no shoes, and the top half of the uniform was fitted such that it gave the illusion of hips and a tapered waist.

 

When he was able to gather his thoughts somewhat, Roy stood, walked around the desk, and kissed Ed soundly. He wrapped his arms around Ed’s waist and fondled the younger man’s skirt-clad ass.

 

“I take it that means you like it?” Ed asked when their lips parted at least a minute later.

 

“Yes, very much. Thank you,” Roy said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Ed’s ear. “You look… amazing.”

 

Ed grinned. “Now don’t expect that I’ll do this all the time. Or ever again, for that matter,” he said, giving Roy a little glare. “I don’t want you to forget that I’m a guy.”

 

“Oh, I doubt I could forget that, Fullmetal,” Roy said seductively, flipping up the skirt slightly at the front so that he could rub Ed’s cock through silk panties. “You thought of everything,” he said appreciatively, and he felt the warm flesh beneath the fabric begin to stiffen at his touch.

 

“Yeah, well, I heard you had a thing for miniskirts,” Ed murmured against Roy’s neck, then sucked lightly at a sensitive spot, making Roy groan.

 

“Careful,” Roy warned. “Don’t want…”

 

“I know, I know, can’t leave a mark where your minions will see it,” Ed said, laughing. The warm breath against wet skin made Roy shudder slightly. Ed drew back and looked into Roy’s eyes, an impish grin playing on his lips. “So… do you have some free time?”

 

Roy smiled back. “I can make free time for you.” With that, he drew his lover into another kiss, resumed his stroking of Ed’s cock through the panties with one hand, and kneaded Ed’s ass with the other. Ed simply wrapped his arms around Roy and allowed the older man to take the lead.

 

Soon, Ed was rutting against Roy’s hand, and the older man’s erection tented his pants.

 

“Want you here, now,” Roy breathed in Ed’s ear.

 

“I was counting on that,” Ed said, smugness showing through his arousal.

 

Roy laughed. “You know me too well.” He maneuvered Ed so that the blond was close to the desk.

 

Ed, adept at reading Roy’s signals, faced the desk and rested his weight on his lower arms. “Oh, here,” he said, then pulled a small tube of lube from a pocket of his shirt and handed it to his partner. He watched Roy over his shoulder.

 

“You really came prepared,” Roy remarked. He pulled down Ed’s panties, freeing Ed’s cock, and smoothed his hands over pert ass cheeks, leaving the skirt on. “So beautiful,” he murmured, looking into Ed’s golden eyes.

 

Ed blushed. “Come on, fuck me already.”

 

“As you wish,” Roy said with a grin, and poured lube over two fingers. He pushed one slick finger into the tight ring of muscle, and Ed’s body accepted it easily.

 

Only a few moments after the first finger was inside of him, Ed growled in impatience, and Roy added another. “Soon, Ed, soon. I want this as much as you do.” His own cock was begging for attention, and after stretching Ed for what he deemed was just long enough, he unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, letting them drop to the floor. Roy poured a liberal amount of lube into his hand and spread it over his aching cock before lining himself up with Ed’s entrance.

 

He leaned over Ed and murmured in his ear, “Going to take you now. Hard and fast.” That was all the warning he gave before entering Ed in one thrust, making the younger man moan. Ed’s passage was just as hot and tight around Roy as it had been the night before, and Roy rocked his hips in a few shallow thrusts, getting them both accustomed to the position. He soon sped up the pace, snapping his hips forward and gripping Ed’s hips, driving himself into the younger man.

 

Ed braced himself against the desk, unable to do anything but moan, his head falling forward to rest on the wood surface. The desk was shifting slightly each time that Roy thrust into Ed. Roy’s cock dragged across Ed’s prostate with every thrust, and Ed’s body was trembling slightly, inner muscles tightening around Roy and driving the older man mad with pleasure. As the desk moved to the rhythm Roy had set, papers tumbled from their piles to the floor without either man noticing. Pens and pencils rattled in their cup, but the men’s heavy breathing and groans almost drowned out the sound. Roy was too far gone to care if anyone walking past in the hallway heard them. He loved how vocal Ed was, and grew increasingly aroused by the sounds Ed was making.

 

“You’re gorgeous,” Roy husked, as he watched the man beneath him. Ed looked utterly debauched, hair spilled over his back, face pink, and skirt hiked up so that Roy could see himself filling Ed’s tight body, entering and withdrawing over and over.

 

It was the combination of the tactile, aural, and visual sensations that overwhelmed Roy enough to drive him over the edge. He let out his loudest groan yet as his balls tightened and his orgasm tore through him, his release coming in spurts inside of Ed’s hot passage. He almost collapsed on top of Ed, but managed to steady himself.

 

“Come for me, Ed…” Roy growled, starting to thrust again despite his body’s desire to relax and the fact that his cock was so sensitive from just having come.

 

Almost immediately, before Roy had a chance to touch Ed’s cock, the younger man came, screaming Roy’s name and soiling the front of his skirt. He slumped against the desk, breathing hard, and Roy moved one hand from Ed’s hip to stroke the long blond hair as his own heart rate and breathing returned to normal.

 

“That was… wow,” Ed managed to say.

 

“Yeah,” Roy agreed.

 

He stayed buried inside of Ed for a few minutes, letting them both enjoy the afterglow. Eventually, he reluctantly pulled out, and Ed let out a disappointed sound, then stood up straight and faced Roy, smiling. He leaned forward to kiss Roy, who sucked briefly on Ed’s lower lip and stroked the side of his face.

 

They soon parted and looking into each other’s eyes, they communicated wordlessly. Roy could, and would have said, “I love you” if Ed didn’t find it ridiculously sappy. So instead, Roy just smiled back at Ed, letting his fondness show in his expression.

 

As his brain started to return to its normal state, Roy realized that it would be a good idea for them to clean up. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to Ed before tucking himself back into his pants and readjusting his uniform. Ed meanwhile cleaned himself up and tossed the handkerchief into the wastebasket by the side of the desk. He kicked the panties off from around his ankles and went to retrieve the bag with the clothes he had been wearing previously.

 

“You’re not going to leave the miniskirt on?” Roy asked, teasing.

 

Ed glared daggers at Roy, despite the fact that the older man was joking, and didn’t dignify his lover’s question with a response. He simply shucked the skirt and top, then peeled off the socks, standing fully nude before pulling on his regular clothes and tossing the new ones in the bag.

 

Roy simply watched Ed, grinning. “You did look quite sexy in that outfit, you know.”

 

“Do you know how embarrassing it was to have to buy that stuff? When the salesperson started asking me questions I had to pretend it was for my girlfriend,” Ed scoffed, braiding his hair with practiced ease.

 

“You mean you didn’t do what you usually would and tell them to fuck off?” Roy asked.

 

“I didn’t want to get kicked out of the store,” Ed said, smirking as he pulled on his boots. “Anyway,” he said as he stood and straightened his clothes, “I should probably let you get back to work.”

 

“Probably,” Roy said with a small frown, then paused. “Thank you, Ed. For the present. I appreciate it.” He kissed Ed lightly.

 

“Glad you enjoyed it, Furher Mustang,” Ed replied, grinning. He gave a pointed glance at the lube on the desk. “Let’s keep that there in case we need it again. I’ll see you at home tonight, Roy,” he said, then walked toward the door. Hand on the knob, he turned to Roy again. “Try not to let Hawkeye keep you too late.”

 

“I’ll do my best,” Roy chuckled.

 

They waved to each other, and Ed exited, leaving Roy alone in the room.

 

It was only upon turning back to his desk that Roy saw that roughly half of his paperwork, completed and not, now littered the floor.

 

The End

 

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Free Fiction Friday 5: Intervention Part Four (A Naruto Fanfiction)

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Welcome to week five of http://www.freefictionfriday.com!

 

This week I am completing the M/M/M erotic polyamory story I have been posting the last three weeks (Intervention Part One (A Naruto Fanfiction)Intervention Part Two (A Naruto Fanfiction), and Intervention Part Three (A Naruto Fanfiction)). Do catch up if you missed any parts!

 

I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride.

 

Categories and advisories for this section: M/M/M threesome, polyamory, anal sex, unprotected sex (worth noting this is a fantasy world and I have my own headcanon for how unprotected sex can be a minimal risk for these ninjas, but I didn’t get into it in the story)

 

Potentially new terms: None this time. (Yup, another whole 1,200+ words with no Naruto-specific terms!)

 

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

 

Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. However, I decided to leave it as is for now rather than give it an overhaul. 

 

I’ve included the snippet immediately preceding this part for memory jogging purposes. I hope you enjoy the fourth and final part of Intervention.

 

 

Yamato was the first to take action. He crawled past the others and rested on his elbows and knees perpendicular to the head of the bed. “You prepare me, and we’ll both be on the bed. Kakashi will be standing behind you.”

 

The image made Iruka lose another bit of his sanity, and he gulped, nodding. The fact that Kakashi and Yamato had fantasized about this, had planned it out, made it feel so right.

 

Kakashi climbed off the bed, and Iruka positioned himself behind Yamato, kneeling. He uncapped the lube and applied a liberal amount to two fingers before dropping the bottle to the bed. Looking at Yamato spread open before him, waiting, trusting, made him want to tease, to taste. But even more than that, he longed to be inside the other man, and he knew that his lovers didn’t want to wait. So he held Yamato by the hip with his dry hand and pushed one slick finger into the other man, who hummed in approval. As he worked the lube around, Iruka searched and found that little gland that he knew would bring Yamato more pleasure. He stroked it with his fingertip, and reveled in the sounds that Yamato made in response.

 

“Mmmm, yes,” Yamato hissed. “Another… please…”

 

Iruka complied and added a second finger to stretch Yamato further. It wasn’t long before the man spoke again.

 

“’Ruka… take me.”

 

Iruka grabbed the lube and slicked up his cock before pausing. “What about you?” he asked, turning his head to Kakashi, who had been watching them all the while.

 

“I’ll prepare you when you’re in him,” Kakashi said, sounding as if he were having difficulty holding on to control.

 

Iruka nodded wordlessly, turned back to Yamato, and lined himself up. Yamato’s head was turned and he was looking into Iruka’s eyes as Iruka pushed into him slowly. Both men groaned and Iruka was nearly dizzy with just how tight and hot Yamato was. He curled over Yamato’s back, bracing himself on the bed with his arms. He wanted to thrust hard and fast, but was interrupted by Kakashi.

 

“You two are gorgeous like that. Stay there, for just a moment… and I’ll join you.”

 

Iruka whimpered and bit his lip. The tone in Kakashi’s voice was so erotic, and he wanted to be filled with Kakashi’s cock now, not in “just a moment”. To distract himself from that, and the desire to move, he lifted a hand from the bed to pinch and tease one of Yamato’s nipples. It hardened almost immediately and Yamato moaned.

 

It was then that Kakashi pushed a lubed finger into Iruka’s entrance. Iruka’s breath faltered briefly, and a second finger soon joined the first. Both brushed over his prostate in a tease that made Iruka moan, before withdrawing. He heard the sound of Kakashi coating his own cock with lube, and then felt the head against his entrance. A strangled sound that Iruka had never heard himself make escaped him as Kakashi buried himself fully in Iruka.

 

“Oh gods,” Iruka gasped. This was like nothing he had ever felt. He had topped, he had bottomed, but never both at once, and never, never, had he imagined just how good it could be. Or how perfect, how right it would feel to be between the two men he loved.

 

“Yeah,” Kakashi said, sounding a bit breathless.

 

“Can we move now?” Yamato asked, sounding impatient and needy.

 

“Yes, please,” Iruka said. He was trapped between them and couldn’t move without Kakashi doing something first.

 

Kakashi let out a laugh filled with mirth. “Sorry. You just feel so good… was savoring it.” With that, he wiped his wet hand on the sheet, and gripped Iruka by the hips, pulling him out of Yamato slightly. Kakashi drew back from out of Iruka too, and then thrust forward hard, driving Iruka deeper back into Yamato.

 

“Fuck,” Iruka and Yamato said in unison, then all three men laughed. Iruka was simply delighted. His cock and ass felt amazing, but the affection, need, and happiness that filled the room just amplified every sensation.

 

Kakashi set the pace, repeating what he had done before, slowly, achingly slowly. At first all Iruka could do was enjoy the feel of both men, but soon he needed more.

 

“Faster, ’Kashi,” he groaned. “Not going to break.”

 

“Me neither,” Yamato agreed.

 

Kakashi growled and complied, picking up the pace and the force behind his thrusts. Soon, all three men were breathing hard and letting out moans and groans of pleasure. Iruka was clinging to tattered threads of his sanity as he was filled, his prostate rubbed against by Kakashi’s cock, and his own cock enveloped in Yamato’s tight ass. He was already dangerously close to his limit, overwhelmed by sensation. Iruka put more weight on his left hand and wrapped his right around Yamato’s cock, stroking in time with the rhythm that Kakashi had set.

 

“Shit,” Yamato hissed. “Won’t last…”

 

“Don’t need to,” Iruka gasped. “Want to come… want you both to come with me.”

 

“’Ruka,” Kakashi said, arousal and tenderness in his voice. He sped up even more. “Come for us.”

 

And soon, Iruka was right there, so close, teetering at the edge. His hand faltered on Yamato’s cock as his orgasm tore through him. “’Kashi! ’Mato! FUCK!” His hips jerked of their own accord with the successive spurts of his release as he emptied himself into Yamato, and trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

 

Yamato’s cock pulsed in Iruka’s loosened grip as he also came with a cry. Moments later, Iruka felt the hands on his hips tighten and Kakashi pulsed inside of him, grunting.

 

They collapsed in a heap, breathing ragged. Kakashi soon pulled out of Iruka and flopped onto his back, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Iruka pulled out of Yamato and lay next to Kakashi, and Yamato rolled to lie next to them both.

 

And they just stayed there, not speaking for several minutes, Iruka between his lovers.

 

His lovers.

 

He had just had sex with Yamato and Kakashi. Who just earlier that evening had said that they liked him and wanted to be with him. And now… they were lovers. Weren’t they?

 

“Bed’s too small for the three of us to lay properly,” Kakashi mused, interrupting Iruka’s thoughts. He turned onto his side to face the other two, head propped up on his hand.

 

“I can grow us all new ones. We’ll need them” Yamato replied, mirroring Kakashi’s movements, and stroked Iruka’s hair. “That is, if that’s what you want, Iruka.”

 

Iruka grinned, uncertainty easing. “Hell yes,” he said.

Kakashi and Yamato both beamed, and Iruka’s smile widened. He grabbed each man by the back of the neck and kissed first Yamato, then Kakashi. Then Kakashi and Yamato shared their own kiss, with Iruka watching. He let out a happy sigh.

 

“This is really real, isn’t it?” Iruka asked. “Here I was expecting to be left alone tonight, mourning the fact that the two men I love are with each other rather than with me. But… I really get to have both of you. We all get to have each other.” He smiled.

 

Kakashi and Yamato exchanged a look, one of what seemed to be surprise and delight. At first, Iruka couldn’t tell why they looked quite so amazed, but then he realized what he had said.

He had said that he loved them.

 

Iruka wanted to crawl under the sheets and hide. It was far too soon for confessions of love, and he feared that he had made a horrible mistake.

 

But then Kakashi stroked Iruka’s cheek, and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Love you too, ’Ruka,” he said.

 

“Love you too,” Yamato echoed, toying with Iruka’s hair once more. “So happy to hear you say that.”

 

“Ohthankgoodness,” Iruka said in relief. “Yes. I love you both.” He paused, smiling. “Well. Glad that’s all out in the open, then.”

 

“Speaking of out in the open,” Kakashi said, “I believe you said something earlier about going public about our relationship? I know you were referring to Yamato and myself, but, well, the situation has changed.” He gave both of his lovers a winning smile.

 

Yamato nodded. “I’d be up for that.”

 

“Me too,” Iruka said, then wrinkled his nose. “After a shower. I’d rather we came out not smelling of sex with that ‘just fucked’ look.”

 

“But it’d be the truth,” Kakashi said playfully.

 

Iruka and Yamato laughed.

 

“Shower first,” Iruka insisted, and rose shakily to his feet. “It’ll be cramped, but I’m sure we can manage.” He reached out for his lovers, and warm hands gripped each of his before Kakashi and Yamato stood.

 

By the end of their shower, which was much longer than anticipated, the water had run cold. But none of the three lovers minded, having all been sated once more before they dressed and made the trek to the bar to announce their relationship.

The End

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Free Fiction Friday 4: Intervention Part Three (A Naruto Fanfiction)

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Welcome to week four of http://www.freefictionfriday.com!

 

This week I am continuing the M/M/M polyamory story I posted the last two weeks (Intervention Part One (A Naruto Fanfiction) and Intervention Part Two (A Naruto Fanfiction)). Do catch up if you missed one or both parts!

 

This is part Three. There will be one more part after this, then we’ll leave the men to their happiness.

 

Categories and advisories for this section: M/M/M threesome, polyamory, oral sex, anal fingering, rimming, unprotected sex (worth noting this is a fantasy world and I have my own headcanon for how unprotected sex can be a minimal risk for these ninjas, but I didn’t get into it in the story)

 

Potentially new terms: None this time. (A whole 1,200 words with no Naruto-specific terms? Gasp!)

 

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

 

Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. However, I decided to leave it as is for now rather than give it an overhaul. 

 

I’ve included the snippet immediately preceding this part for memory jogging purposes. I hope you enjoy Part Three of Intervention.

 

Iruka was able to scrabble together enough brain cells to recognize that if they kept going on like this for much longer, he would lose it right there. But he didn’t want to come just from this. They hadn’t even made it to the bed, and he wanted to make Yamato and Kakashi feel just as good as they were making him feel. So, despite how much he was enjoying the current assault, Iruka released Kakashi’s hair and managed to say, “Please… stop…”

 

Yamato’s lips left his neck, but Iruka still felt the breath hot against his saliva-slicked skin. Kakashi pulled back, releasing Iruka’s erection with a slick pop. A thin strand of saliva joined his mouth and Iruka’s cock, and broke when Kakashi sat back on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the back of the hand that had been playing with Iruka’s balls, and looked up at Iruka quizzically, the heat of arousal and want still in his eyes.

 

“Don’t want to stop everything,” Iruka explained. “Just… want to make you both feel good too. Lie down?” he said, more of a question than a command, gesturing to the bed.

 

Yamato squeezed Iruka’s hip once more before releasing it, and was the first to lie on his back on the bed. Iruka wondered for a fleeting moment whether they would all fit, when Kakashi lay down next to Yamato. Before joining them, Iruka couldn’t help but look from one to the other, not sure who he wanted to direct his attentions to first. He hadn’t thought through the logistics of this. Iruka didn’t want to make either man feel left out. He just didn’t want to get this wrong, didn’t want to disappoint either of them.

 

“Are you going to join us? Or did you want us to get started without you?” Kakashi asked playfully.

 

When Iruka gulped and didn’t respond right away, Kakashi rolled toward Yamato and cupped his lover’s face with his hands, kissing him deeply. Yamato responded enthusiastically, stroking his hand down Kakashi’s side.

 

That sight alone was enough to make Iruka’s cock jump and stir him into action. He got up onto the foot of the bed, and Kakashi rolled onto his back once more, watching him.

 

“How do you want us?” Yamato asked softly.

 

Iruka pondered for a moment. “Like that is fine. I want to suck you both.” Warmth flooded his body at merely stating what he desired, and he crawled forward to settle between Yamato’s spread legs.

 

Without preamble, Iruka took Yamato’s cock into his mouth. He heard a sharp intake of breath from the other man when he first swirled his tongue around the head, then lapped at the slit. While he was sucking and licking, Iruka looked up into Yamato’s eyes, which were heated with arousal. Yamato reached down to stroke his hair, and Iruka groaned happily around the cock filling his mouth.

 

Iruka hadn’t been focusing on Kakashi during this time, figuring that the other man would get involved however he pleased, if he wanted to do more than watch. And Iruka had been right. He felt rather than saw Kakashi crawl behind him. He was unsure what Kakashi had in mind, but decided to trust and continue what he was doing to Yamato, who was making delightful noises in response to Iruka’s attention to his cock.

 

Iruka felt Kakashi’s hands skim over his ass, heard a whisper of “beautiful”, and then his cheeks were spread by strong hands. Iruka almost jolted up off of Yamato’s cock when he felt something slick and hot gliding over his asshole.

 

Kakashi’s tongue.

 

Iruka shuddered as that talented muscle circled, flicked and pressed, and he moaned around the cock that was still in his mouth. Determined to not let Kakashi drive him insane, he relaxed his throat and took in more of Yamato’s length, until his nose was buried in dark curls.

 

“Fuck, ’Ruka,” Yamato hissed, hands tightening in Iruka’s hair.

 

Iruka drew back enough so that he could suck hard at the head of Yamato’s cock, then slid his mouth down the whole shaft once more. He groaned the next time he drew up, because Kakashi’s tongue pushed into him, and began thrusting in and out slowly. Kakashi’s hands squeezed Iruka’s buttocks as he fucked Iruka with his mouth, and it was all Iruka could do to keep from grabbing his own cock. Arousal coursed through Iruka’s veins and he wanted desperately to get off, but even more, he wanted to please the two gorgeous, amazing men who were in his bed.

 

“Stop, don’t want to come yet…” Yamato said huskily after only a few more moments.

 

In synch, Kakashi’s tongue withdrew, and Yamato released Iruka’s hair. Iruka pulled off, staring once more into Yamato’s almond-shaped eyes, and the man stroked his cheek, breathing hard. Yamato sat up and pulled Iruka into a kiss, and he closed his eyes, simply letting himself get lost in the taste, the feel of Yamato.

 

When their lips parted, Iruka realized that Kakashi was kneeling beside them, watching them. Iruka turned to kiss Kakashi, and the other man twined his tongue with Iruka’s. Iruka melted into the other man, reveling in his taste, which was so different from Yamato’s, and yet was equally appealing. When they separated, Iruka took a few moments to look into Kakashi’s mismatched eyes, before remembering what he wanted to do. Iruka started to push Kakashi onto his back.

 

Kakashi, however, had other plans. “No more,” he said. “Want you too much.”

 

“But I want to taste you too,” Iruka said, then dove for Kakashi’s cock, getting in one swipe of his tongue over the head, licking off a dot of precome.

 

Kakashi groaned and pushed Iruka back. “Next time,” he said. “But now… I want more.”

 

Iruka couldn’t bring himself to argue. Yes, he wanted to have Kakashi under him, in his mouth, but he also wanted more. His cock was demanding attention, and his ass was longing to be filled. “How do you want to…” He trailed off, looking back and forth between Kakashi and Yamato. The two were exchanging a look, and seemed to be communicating wordlessly.

 

“We… did have an idea,” Kakashi said.

 

Iruka raised an eyebrow. “Just now?”

 

The other two both laughed. “No,” Kakashi said. “We’ve… well, we’ve talked about being with you. And about one thing that we’d like to do.”

 

“Quit stalling and just tell me,” Iruka said impatiently. “You’re the one who seemed to be in a hurry.”

 

Kakashi’s eyes seemed to sparkle. “We were thinking about enjoying an Iruka sandwich. Me in you, you in Yamato. That is, if you’re up for it.”

 

If Iruka hadn’t been so hard already, just those words would have given him an instant erection. The thought of being sandwiched between the two men he loved, taking and being taken, was so arousing that he let out a small whimper of need rather than a full fledged response.

 

Kakashi looked at Yamato, grinning. “I think he likes the idea.”

 

“I think so too,” Yamato said with a laugh.

 

“Um. Yes,” Iruka managed, and scrambled to his bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lube. Then he paused, wondering about the mechanics, and how they could do this without crushing each other. “How do we…”

 

Yamato was the first to take action. He crawled past the others and rested on his elbows and knees perpendicular to the head of the bed. “You prepare me, and we’ll both be on the bed. Kakashi will be standing behind you.”

 

The image made Iruka lose another bit of his sanity, and he gulped, nodding. The fact that Kakashi and Yamato had fantasized about this, had planned it out, made it feel so right.

 

Kakashi climbed off the bed, and Iruka positioned himself behind Yamato, kneeling. He uncapped the lube and applied a liberal amount to two fingers before dropping the bottle to the bed. Looking at Yamato spread open before him, waiting, trusting, made him want to tease, to taste. But even more than that, he longed to be inside the other man, and he knew that his lovers didn’t want to wait. So he held Yamato by the hip with his dry hand and pushed one slick finger into the other man, who hummed in approval. As he worked the lube around, Iruka searched and found that little gland that he knew would bring Yamato more pleasure. He stroked it with his fingertip, and reveled in the sounds that Yamato made in response.

 

“Mmmm, yes,” Yamato hissed. “Another… please…”

 

Iruka complied and added a second finger to stretch Yamato further. It wasn’t long before the man spoke again.

 

“’Ruka… take me.”



To be Concluded…

I hope you enjoyed this part of Intervention! I know, leaving off here is such a tease. What can I say, I can be a wee bit sadistic at times. Don’t worry though; I will be posting the final part next Friday. Leave a comment if you’d like. I greatly appreciate feedback!

 

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Free Fiction Friday 3: Intervention Part Two (A Naruto Fanfiction)

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Welcome to week three of http://www.freefictionfriday.com!

This week I am continuing the M/M/M polyamory story I posted last week (Intervention Part One (A Naruto Fanfiction)). If you haven’t read last week’s post yet, go ahead and click that link to see if you’re interested in reading, and start with that part!

This is part Two. There will be one or more parts, depending on if I decide to split the last 2,500 words.

Categories and advisories for this section: M/M/M makeouts, M/M/M threesome, polyamory, oral sex, unprotected oral sex (worth noting this is a fantasy world and I have my own headcanon for how unprotected sex can be a minimal risk for these ninjas, but I didn’t get into it in the story)

Potentially new terms: hitai-ate is the headband that ninja wear to protect their foreheads and show the symbol of allegiance to their village. 

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. However, I decided to leave it as is for now rather than give it an overhaul. 

I’ve included the part immediately preceding Part Two for memory jogging purposes. I hope you enjoy this second part of Intervention.

“We like you, Iruka.” Kakashi said simply.

 

It was Iruka’s turn to choke on his drink, and after a short coughing fit, his eyes flitted between Kakashi and Yamato. There was no mistaking what Kakashi had said, but Iruka still couldn’t help but ask, “What?”

 

Yamato nodded. “It’s true. We like you, and we have been trying to figure out how you felt about each of us…” he cleared his throat. “We want to be with you, we just didn’t know how to approach you about it.”

 

“It’s not like it’s common for a couple to ask someone else to join them,” Kakashi added. “We didn’t want to make it seem like we were just picking you up, that you were easy or anything. That’s why we haven’t told anyone yet. We were… hoping you would want to be with us, and then we could go public all at once, together.”

 

Iruka was rendered speechless for a few moments, his mind reeling with the idea. Both Kakashi and Yamato looked at him with concern before he was finally able to speak. All that he managed to croak out was, “Seriously?”

“Yes,” the other two men said in unison.

 

“Well… wow,” Iruka said. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. This felt like a dream, like his deepest fantasy being fulfilled… when he didn’t wake up, he realized that yes, it was real. This was truly happening.

 

“Wow. Um. Sorry. Just trying to wrap my head around this. I don’t know what I expected when I invited you here but it certainly wasn’t this.”

 

Then he realized that he hadn’t told the other men how he felt about them. He wasn’t ready to make a full blown confession of love, but he did want to tell them something of how he felt.

 

“I… I like you too. Both of you,” he clarified, looking back and forth between the two men and smiling. “I have for a long time. I just… once I realized it, I thought it was too late because I thought you were together.” He reached across the table and took one of Yamato and Kakashi’s hands each in his own. This was amazing. The two men who he was in love with cared about him too, and wanted to be with him.

 

Kakashi’s single visible eye lit up, and Yamato beamed. They gripped his hands tightly, and the three sat in silence for a few moments, just grinning at each other.

 

“So, would you like to go on a date with us, then?” Yamato asked.

 

“I’d really like that,” Iruka said, then paused. As much as he wanted to go out with the two men of his dreams, there was something that he wanted just as much, if not more. Something that he had fantasized about for ages. He had been waiting too long for this, so he took the plunge.

 

Iruka stood up, leaned forward, and planted a kiss firmly on Yamato’s lips. He only lingered there long enough to suck the bottom lip into his mouth and nibble at it, earning himself a surprised but pleased moan from Yamato. Then he pulled back, and pressed his mouth against Kakashi’s, which was covered by the ever-present mask. Iruka grumbled at the lack of skin on skin contact, and threw caution to the winds, pulling down the mask and claiming Kakashi’s lips with his own once more. A few seconds later, he felt a second pair of lips on his neck – Yamato’s. That, along with the eagerness with which Kakashi was returning his kiss, made Iruka realize that no, he hadn’t been too bold, and solidified the fact that yes, both of these men wanted him.

 

Iruka couldn’t have said how long they spent leaning over the table, taking turns in exchanging insanely arousing kisses and nibbles to necks. But there came a point where his back was aching from the position, and cock was straining in his pants, begging for attention, so he finally pulled back. He stood up straight, licked his lips, and caught his breath.

 

“About that date…” he said, then grinned. “Want to hold off on it for a bit and go to the bedroom first?”

 

Yamato’s eyes widened and Kakashi smiled, giving Iruka a chance to actually get a good look at the man’s stunningly handsome face for the first time.

 

“Sounds good,” Kakashi said, and Yamato nodded.

 

Iruka was grinning from ear to ear and he released their hands, walked around the table, grabbed each man by the hand again, and led them to his bedroom. This was real, he told himself. He was about to have sex with Kakashi and Yamato. How exactly the mechanics would work, he wasn’t quite sure… all Iruka knew was that he wanted them… and they wanted him.

 

The moment the three men entered the bedroom, Iruka turned and grabbed both Kakashi and Yamato by the collars of their flak jackets, finding the zipper pulls and attempting to undress both men at once. He made a frustrated noise when it proved difficult, and Kakashi laughed.

 

“Didn’t expect you to be so eager right away,” Kakashi said, and gently removed Iruka’s hand from his jacket, divesting himself of the offending item of clothing. He pulled off his shirt, mask, and hitai-ate and let them fall to the floor.

 

Iruka’s eyes swept up and down Kakashi’s torso, toned, pale, and marred by the occasional scar, and licked his lips, before finding words. “I told you. I like you both. And you like me. So why wait? Now take off your pants.” His words were met with another laugh from Kakashi but no protest from either of the other two men.

 

Iruka unceremoniously pulled off his own jacket, hitai-ate, and shirt, before looking over at Yamato, who had already done the same. Iruka nearly groaned when he saw that Yamato, like Kakashi, was as gorgeous without a shirt as he had imagined.

 

And then the pants came off. Forgetting for the moment that he was still hard and trapped in his own pants, Iruka couldn’t help but look from Yamato to Kakashi and then back again. He had to swallow hard to keep from drooling when he got a good eyeful of the other men’s cocks, both standing at attention and looking utterly delectable. Yamato’s was a bit thicker, and Kakashi’s a bit longer, and Iruka thought that both were perfect.

 

Realizing that he had been staring rather than removing the remainder of his own clothes, Iruka laughed at himself and shucked his pants.

 

And then he stood there, hard, horny, and yet not sure what to do next. There were so many options from his fantasies that he could have chosen from, and yet his mind had ground to a halt.

 

The other men came to the rescue, Kakashi closing the distance between himself and Iruka, and Yamato pressing himself flush against Iruka’s back, holding him by the hips. Kakashi’s lips met Iruka’s, and his hand played over Iruka’s chest and abs. Yamato kissed the back of Iruka’s neck, and the man in the middle moaned into Kakashi’s mouth at the feel of Kakashi’s cock hard against his own, and Yamato’s pressing at the cleft of his ass.

 

“Can I take this out?” Yamato asked quietly, touching Iruka’s hair band.

 

“Yeah,” Iruka said in a gasp, as Kakashi had chosen that moment to pull his mouth off of Iruka’s to suck one nipple into his mouth.

 

Yamato gently removed the hair band, freeing Iruka’s chocolate locks. He ran his fingers through the thick hair and nuzzled behind Iruka’s ear. “Smells good,” Yamato said, and dropped another kiss just where Iruka’s jaw line began. Iruka let out a pleased hum, and then suddenly his front side suddenly felt cool, bereft of the warmth coming from Kakashi. He looked down.

 

Kakashi had dropped to his knees and his mismatched eyes locked on Iruka’s. Iruka sucked in a breath when the man wrapped his lips around the head of Iruka’s cock, swirled his tongue around the tip, and then sucked. A surge of pleasure went straight through Iruka, and he fisted his hands in Kakashi’s hair, needing to hold on to something to keep his sanity. Kakashi let out a pleased hum, taking more of Iruka’s length into his mouth. Iruka could barely restrain himself from thrusting into that wet heat, and Yamato, probably realizing this, held Iruka’s hips tighter while continuing to suck and nibble at his neck. And so Iruka was trapped between the two men who were intent on making him feel amazing. Kakashi added his hand to the mix, rolling Iruka’s balls between his fingers, making the other man groan. Yamato released one of Iruka’s hips and began toying with a pert nipple, and Iruka found himself gasping for air, his head lolling back onto Yamato’s shoulder. He was getting lost in the feel of what these two men were doing to him. Kakashi’s talented mouth working over his cock, combined with Yamato’s lips, teeth and tongue, and both men’s hands, were driving him wild and he was turning into a being of pure need.

 

Iruka was able to scrabble together enough brain cells to recognize that if they kept going on like this for much longer, he would lose it right there. But he didn’t want to come just from this. They hadn’t even made it to the bed, and he wanted to make Yamato and Kakashi feel just as good as they were making him feel. So, despite how much he was enjoying the current assault, Iruka released Kakashi’s hair and managed to say, “Please… stop…”

 

Yamato’s lips left his neck, but Iruka still felt the breath hot against his saliva-slicked skin. Kakashi pulled back, releasing Iruka’s erection with a slick pop. A thin strand of saliva joined his mouth and Iruka’s cock, and broke when Kakashi sat back on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the back of the hand that had been playing with Iruka’s balls, and looked up at Iruka quizzically, the heat of arousal and want still in his eyes.

 

“Don’t want to stop everything,” Iruka explained. “Just… want to make you both feel good too. Lie down?” he said, more of a question than a command, gesturing to the bed.

To be Continued…

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BDSM Blog Hop Post 2 – Sensation Play Short Story

Welcome to my second post for the BDSM Blog Hop! I wasn’t planning to write more than one, but I had the urge to write about one of my favorite aspects of kink – sensation play, which can involve all types of sensations (hot, cold, silky, rough, etc). And that made it the perfect time to write a piece of fanfiction I promised Grace R. Duncan I would write to celebrate the release of her first novel… over a year ago. Yes, this has been a long time coming.

 

Now, those of you who have read my previous posts may be thinking, “what is this, the unofficial Grace R. Duncan fan blog?” No, it’s not, but as I explained in my last post, Grace has been instrumental in my development in kink. She also has helped me develop as a writer. She has beta read some of my stories and encouraged me, while I’ve beta read hers, and we have even collaborated on some roleplay projects for fun.

 

It’s past time I wrote her this little gift.

 

The characters featured are from the Golden Collar series http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=976

Choices Cover art by Paul Richmond

Choices Cover art by Paul Richmond

Reading the books is not necessary to enjoy this story, but I recommend reading them all the same if you enjoy BDSM, Master/slave dynamics, erotic storytelling, and rich worldbuilding. The characters in this story are Bathasar and Teman. Bathasar is the Malik (ruler) of Neyem, a country in the fictional world of Gaea. Teman is a gypsy and former thief for hire. In Choices, when he was arrested, instead of being sent to the dungeons, he was given the choice to become a palace pleasure slave, and drew Bathasar’s attention. This story doesn’t have an exact place in the Golden Collar canon timeline, but I’d place it some time after Choices and Coronation and before Deception. In my story, Teman is Bathasar’s slave and mate, and he and Bathasar love each other deeply. Teman’s submissive tendencies and desire to serve his love and Master, Bathasar’s dominant tendencies and deep love for Teman, and the time they have spent getting to know each other’s wants and needs make them a beautiful example of a strong Master/slave couple. Their style of M/s is not one that relies on a lot of protocol like many couples I know, but it is just one way of doing M/s. I hope you enjoy this intimate scene between Bathasar and Teman, in which they explore a new-to-them form of sensation play.
So without further ado… here is:

 

Bathasar, Teman, and the Ice

 

 

“Love. Are you at a good stopping point? I have a surprise for you.”

 

Teman looked up from the book of poetry he was reading, curious. Bathasar sat in the chair across from Teman’s in front of the fireplace, a book closed in his lap and his lips quirked into a smile. The firelight danced in Bathasar’s gray eyes, which swept over Teman’s body, nude but for his jeweled collar, golden cock cage, wrist and ankle cuffs, and anklet of bells. The anticipation in Bathasar’s expression intrigued Teman.

 

Sitting up straighter in his chair, eyes on Bathasar, Teman carefully marked his page and closed his book, putting it aside.

 

The poetry could wait.

 

“Yes, Bathasar?”

 

Teman had a feeling that the surprise had something to do with whatever Bathasar had called to be brought into their rooms not long ago. Teman had looked up when Ghalib had entered with a covered metal box and deposited it on their dining table. Teman and Ghalib had exchanged smiles and greetings before Bathasar politely thanked Ghalib and dismissed him. When Ghalib had arrived, Teman had been rather absorbed in the epic poem he was reading, so he had gone back to his book, relying on Bathasar to tell him what the box was for in due time.

 

And now, apparently, it was that time.

 

Bathasar placed his book on the table beside his chair and stood, stepping closer to Teman, hand outstretched. Taking Bathasar’s warm hand and rising gracefully to his feet, Teman glanced back and forth between Bathasar’s smiling face and the box on the table.

 

“Now, where was this curiosity just a little while ago, love?” Bathasar teased, stroking the side of Teman’s face, then tucking a few strands of long brown hair behind Teman’s ear.

 

“The curiosity was there, it was just trumped by my curiosity in my book, until you actually spoke of a surprise, love,” Teman retorted lightly with a small grin. Bathasar’s surprises were always interesting, to say the least, if not extremely enjoyable. “I knew you would bring it up eventually.”

 

“I’m not sure whether to be disappointed that you weren’t more excited earlier or be glad you know me so well,” Bathasar said with a low chuckle, and leaned in to brush his lips against Teman’s. The soft touch was still enough to send a rush of pleasure through Teman’s body, amplified by Bathasar’s fingers moving to twine through his hair and massage his scalp. His cock twitched in its cage, interested in the development of events.

 

“So what’s my surprise?” Teman murmured against Bathasar’s lips, tracing a hand down Bathasar’s silk-robed back.

 

“You’ll experience it soon enough. Lie in the bed, on your back. Arms up and apart, legs spread.”

 

Teman’s cock started to fill just from Bathasar’s commanding tone, but his cage kept him from hardening completely. Bathasar released Teman, who hurried to comply. He noted that a layer of towels topped the sheets that usually adorned the bed before he positioned himself as Bathasar had ordered. Given what Bathasar had told him to do, he was likely to be bound, and most likely tormented in some delightful way, probably with what was in the box. Whatever it contained would potentially make some kind of mess, Teman presumed, because of the towels, but that didn’t give him any indication of what it was. They had played with food before, but usually in those cases, Teman was on a platter.

 

Teman watched in anticipation as Bathasar strode slowly to the bed. While Teman waited, he took the time to admire the way Bathasar’s black hair shone in the firelight, and the way the green silk robe clung to his lean, yet strong frame.

 

Bathasar approached the headboard and gently lifted Teman’s right wrist, attaching the cuff to the hook at the corner that had been installed on the bed for that purpose. After pressing a kiss to that palm, Bathasar walked around the bed and repeated the action with Teman’s other wrist cuff and palm. Next came the restraint of Teman’s ankle cuffs to the corners of the footboard – no kisses accompanied this, but Bathasar’s fingers trailed over the tops of Teman’s feet–lovingly, gently–before he released each one.

 

Being exposed and spread wide for his lover to take pleasure from made Teman’s cock swell within its cage, and he let out a small whimper of need. Need for more than just light, gentle touches to his extremities. Bathasar must have noted the sound, because he chuckled.

 

“Soon,” was all he said to soothe Teman before dropping a kiss on Teman’s lips briefly, then going over to the dining table where the box sat.

 

“Yes, Bathasar.” Teman turned his head to watch Bathasar remove the lid from the box, withdraw a metal bowl, and replace the lid.

 

Bathasar returned to Teman’s side and set the bowl on the floor before Teman could get a good look at what was in it. When Bathasar trailed his fingers teasingly down Teman’s chest, Teman shivered, and looked into Bathasar’s eyes in surprise.

 

Bathasar’s fingers were cold.

 

“Bathasar?”

 

With a smirk, Bathasar lifted something from the bowl for Teman to see, and Teman laughed when realization hit.

 

It was a chunk of ice.

“I overheard one of the nobles talking about using ice on a slave, and thought, given your beautiful reactions to what I already do to you, we might enjoy playing with this,” Bathasar said.

 

“Yes, please,” Teman said breathlessly.

 

Bathasar’s smile widened, and he replaced the ice before removing the chain that held the key to Teman’s cage from around his neck. Bathasar unlocked the cage and put aside the pieces, then replaced the chain around his neck. Teman’s cock was at full hardness within moments, thanks to his conditioning.

 

“I will never tire of seeing that,” Bathasar remarked, before brushing the fingers which had just been holding the ice over Teman’s erection.

 

Teman shuddered at the cool skin on his hot flesh and bucked up for more contact, but Bathasar had already stopped touching him.

 

If just cool fingers did this to him, what would ice do?

He was about to find out, as Bathasar had reached back into the bowl and was currently holding a piece of ice directly above one of Teman’s nipples. He could feel the cold radiating from the ice, causing his nipple to tighten and harden, and he bit his lip, waiting for Bathasar to close the distance.

 

And when Bathasar did, Teman let out a moan.

 

The first sensation was that of extreme cold, more than he was used to, since his baths were always hot, and the palace was kept at a comfortable temperature. But as Bathasar rubbed the ice in a circular motion over Teman’s nipple, the feeling began to change to less unfamiliar, and more pleasurable. Bathasar moved the melting ice to Teman’s other nipple, and Teman moaned again with the contact.

 

It felt good, that much was certain. His erection certainly seemed to agree, not having flagged in the slightest as Bathasar repeated what he had done with Teman’s other nipple.

 

“That’s it, Teman,” Bathasar urged, “enjoy it.”

 

“Yes…” Teman agreed, and closed his eyes, surrendering to sensation.

 

The contrast between the frigid ice on one nipple, the coolness of air on the wet nipple that had just been let be, and the relative warmth of the rest of his body disoriented his sense of touch. He was completely at Bathasar’s mercy, not knowing what his lover would do next, and yet he felt at ease. He knew he could trust Bathasar to make the experience amazing.

 

The ice was gone from his nipple then, and Teman felt chill wetness at his lips.

 

“Open,” Bathasar commanded, and Teman complied, allowing the sliver of ice that remained to drop into his mouth, then down his throat.

 

Teman felt Bathasar’s lips on his, and opened to let Bathasar’s surprisingly cold tongue enter his mouth, depositing another small piece of ice for Teman to suck on and quench the thirst he hadn’t even realized he felt.

 

“Thank you,” he whispered when Bathasar drew back.

 

“Of course,” Bathasar said. “But I’m far from done with you.”

 

Teman opened his eyes to see Bathasar’s expression, which showed excitement, arousal, and love. Bathasar returned to the bowl to draw out another piece of ice, but this time, he ran it from Teman’s breastbone downward, teasing lower and lower. He swirled the ice around Teman’s navel and Teman shivered and laughed at the wet, cold tickle. Teman closed his eyes again.

 

And then the ice was where Teman had hoped Bathasar would use it.

 

First Bathasar touched it to the head of Teman’s cock, eliciting a yelp of surprise at just how strong of a sensation the freezing object produced. Bathasar chuckled at Teman’s reaction and swirled the ice around the head for just a little while, before running it up and down the shaft: underneath, on the sides, on the top. Teman shook uncontrollably, whimpering, and couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, the newness of the sensation, or the stimulation. Whatever it was, he didn’t care, he just wanted more. He could tell from Bathasar’s laugh that he was pleasing his love, and that was what he wanted.

 

When the current piece of ice melted, Bathasar pressed another to Teman’s balls, making Teman twitch and cry out.

 

“Is that alright?” Bathasar asked, a note of concern in his voice. He withdrew the ice and stroked the side of Teman’s face.

 

Teman managed to open his eyes and smile. “Yes, just… surprising,” he explained.

 

“Do you want more?”

 

Teman nodded, and Bathasar kissed him.

 

“Good,” Bathasar said with relief. “Because I have plans for you yet.”

 

Closing his eyes once more, Teman took deep breaths as he waited for Bathasar to resume their play.

 

He was startled by Bathasar’s mouth wrapping around his erection, accompanied by a piece of ice. Bathasar used his tongue to press the piece against the underside of Teman’s cock. Teman let out a noise he could not remember ever having made, and a laugh vibrated around his cock, indicating Bathasar’s pleasure at the reaction.

 

Teman was glad he was bound to the bed, because he didn’t think he’d have been able to avoid accidentally flailing his arms and legs otherwise, with what Bathasar had decided to do. Oral sex was something Bathasar was already quite skilled at, but adding ice to the mix took the sensation up to a whole other level. Teman was whimpering, shaking and unconsciously tugging against his restraints as the ice and Bathasar’s tongue swirled around his cock, accompanied by sucking.

 

Just when Teman didn’t think he could be any more stimulated, he felt ice against his balls again. This time, he didn’t yelp, but moaned as it slid over his sac. His balls drew up against his body and he fought in vain to keep some semblance of sanity as Bathasar continued to torment him. It was a hopeless cause, he would fall to pieces the second Bathasar granted him an orgasm, but Bathasar would also make sure that those pieces came back together afterward.

 

The ice moved from his balls down Teman’s taint, and he groaned.

 

And then it was touching his entrance, sliding around teasingly, until Bathasar pushed it in.

 

With a strangled cry, Teman bucked up deeper into Bathasar’s mouth, which lifted off him for a moment, only to return with a new piece of ice.

 

The sounds that were coming from Teman were almost inhuman, as the small piece of ice inside him began to melt and Bathasar sucked and licked and swirled the ice around Teman’s erection. Teman wouldn’t have been able to open his eyes even if he tried; the sensations of cold and pleasure were simply too overwhelming. He was teetering on the brink of orgasm already. It was so soon, but he wanted it so badly, wanted Bathasar to make him come. The pleasure built within him as he continued to tremble and let out a string of sounds. Teman gasped for air, trying to find words, to tell Bathasar, to beg for what he needed.

 

“Bathasar… please… close… may I?” Teman managed to request.

 

Bathasar lifted off Teman’s cock just enough to speak the command Teman needed to hear to find release.

 

“Come,” Bathasar ordered, and dove back to sucking Teman to completion. It only took an instant before Teman cried out as his orgasm surged through him, balls emptying stream after stream of come into Bathasar’s throat.

 

Gasping for air, dots dancing behind his eyelids, Teman trembled with aftershocks as Bathasar slowly released his softening cock.

 

Moments later, while he floated just off the surface of nowhere, he felt his cuffs being unhooked from the bed. Then Bathasar’s warm, smooth skin was up against his side, and he realized that Bathasar must have disrobed.

 

Time passed, with Bathasar stroking his chest, murmuring endearments, and praising him. Little by little, Teman came back to himself, his body and mind feeling connected again. He opened his eyes.

 

“How are you feeling, beloved?” Bathasar asked, smiling down at Teman.

 

“Mmm, wonderful,” Teman replied, a blissful grin on his face. “Thank you.”

 

“You know,” Bathasar mused, “we still have some ice left over.”

“Bathasar?” Teman wasn’t sure if he was up for another session of so much sensation so soon, if that was what Bathasar was getting at.

“When you’ve recovered, I expect you to serve me. Use the ice on me,” Bathasar explained.

 

Ah. Well. That certainly sounded enticing. Teman’s smile widened.

“Gladly, Bathasar.”

 

 

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