Series: Monoshizukanohi//Naruto AU

Author:  

Genre: Drama/Romance/Kink

Rating: Overall Mature

Pairing: Izumo/Kotetsu

Word Count: ~3200

Warnings/Notes for this chapter only: Language, D/s, m/m, yaoi!

Summary: They’ve been best friends for most of their lives.  Now, they’re Dom/sub & sometime bed buddies. But is that all there is to them?  Is that all they’ll stay?

Reminder! This story takes place in Monoshizukanohi which belongs to  !  I borrow the universe to play in, which she has graciously allowed. Crossover/canonizing my stuff into her universe is at HER DISCRETION ONLY! Got it?

Kotetsu couldn’t believe he’d done it.  But the thought of losing the collar, the thought of ending it that soon just hadn’t sat well with him.  Oh, it wasn’t completely ending, he knew that.  He was still ringed and plugged and he knew Izumo had ideas for other things yet that evening.

But Tetsu had wanted something… more.  Maybe it was the comment earlier about flirting with Wash’s crush or the way Zumo – even though it was as Sir – had said he loved him, maybe it was just something else entirely, Tetsu didn’t know and he refused to think too much about it.  What he did know was that he wanted the collar and its reminder that he belonged to Zumo in a way no one else did.  He wanted the rules and the strictness that came with that part of their relationship.

And, Tetsu could admit at least to himself, that he wanted that bit of claim on him. 

Kotetsu knew that were they part of a larger D/s community, it didn’t always work that way.  Some Doms had no trouble leaving their subs behind for a while and playing with another.  He doubted Zumo would ever do that, but it wasn’t something he could know, either, unless they were faced with it.  But for now, for the situation they were in, it meant that Zumo belonged to him in a very specific way.

That was, in part, why he’d chosen their clothes the way he had.

Kotetsu shook his head a little at himself and closed his hand a bit tighter around Izumo’s.  They hit the street and turned down the sidewalk.  Glow was up ahead and they could see that it was already starting to get busy.  There were a few people milling around out in front and the bouncers were set up on either side of the door.

After proving their age, they stepped through the door and looked around.  The bar itself took up most of the wall to the right, there were high tables ahead of them and they found Ebisu and Iwashi at one near the back of the group of high tables, along the edge of the dance floor, not far from the pool tables.  As they approached, Eb looked at their hands, re-clasped after they’d put their wallets back in their pockets, then look up at Kotetsu’s collar and he raised an eyebrow over the tiny round sunglasses that had permanent residence on his nose.  “Well, hello.”

“Eb, Wash,” Izumo greeted them, his steady gaze meeting Ebisu’s. “Heard from Gen?”

“They’ll be here. They’re running late.” Wash said, rolling his eyes. “They got… delayed. Gen’s words.”

Ebisu grunted. “Got delayed ‘cause they’re too busy fucking.” He sent a pointed look at Izumo and Kotetsu. “Seems they’re not the only ones late.”

Izumo just snorted. “Jealous, Eb?”

Ebisu didn’t reply.  Kotetsu wondered at the look for another minute, then turned to Izumo. “Can I get drinks, Sir?” He asked in the other man’s ear.

“Yes.  Thank you, pet,” he replied, gently squeezing Kotetsu’s hand before letting go.  With one more glance at the other two, Tetsu turned and headed to the bar. 

Tetsu approached the silver-haired bartender, after slipping around a pair of very androgynous-looking people who seemed to be trying to swallow each other whole.  He shook his head and turned to blink at the man behind the bar. 

The first thing that struck him about the bartender was the fact that, despite the shock of nearly white hair, the face was young.  Maybe only a couple of years older than he, himself was.  The second thing to get through his surprise was the mismatched eyes.  He had one brown and one blue eye.  It took him until the man in question cleared his throat for Kotetsu to get his thoughts together and stop staring. “I’m sorry.” He blushed and scrambled for his wallet.  “Start a tab, please. Hagane. Um, two Guinness pints, please.”

“Hagane?” The silver eyebrows went up and he glanced at the credit card Kotetsu had handed him. “Hagane Kotetsu?”

“That’s right.” Kotetsu said, raising his own eyebrows. “Is… there a problem?”

“No.  Actually, I was going to call you today,” the bartender said, then moved over to the register to swipe the card.

Kotetsu blinked at him.  “Excuse me? Do… I know you?”

“Not yet,” he said, then held out his hand. “Hatake Kakashi.”

“Pleasure,” Kotetsu said, automatically, shaking the other man’s hand.   Tetsu noticed the handshake was firm without being overbearing.  He clasped his whole hand, not just part of it and met his eyes when he did it.  “How…”

“I believe you’re acquainted with a friend of mine. Maito Gai?” Kakashi asked.

“Gai? Of course. I take lessons at the Dojo,” Kotetsu said as he glanced over at Izumo, realizing he was taking a while.  His friend was watching with raised eyebrows and he blushed.  He held up a finger and Izumo nodded, turning back to the table.  When Tetsu turned back, he saw the mismatched eyes dart to Izumo, back to him and down to his collar.  He watched the interested expression move over the bartender’s face and had the uncomfortable feeling the man knew exactly what his collar was.  He shook the feeling off.  “How… um, I’m afraid I’m not sure how you know my name from Gai.”

“Oh, he mentioned you to me the other day.  He told me that you were a computer security specialist,” Kakashi said, watching him carefully.

Kotetsu raised his eyebrows. “I somehow doubt that.  I’d be surprised if Gai knew what a computer security specialist was.”

Kakashi nodded and chuckled, then turned to build their Guinnesses. “That’s true. Okay.  I looked into you.  I have a proposal for you, but this isn’t the time to discuss it.” He pulled a business card out from under the bar and set it in front of Kotetsu.  It had the Glow logo on the front, the address and phone number of the bar and “Hatake Kakashi, proprietor” at the bottom.  He flipped it over and there was a hand-written number on the back.  “Call me at the number on the back tomorrow afternoon.”

Kotetsu considered the man for a moment.  If he was a friend of Gai’s, he probably wasn’t too bad, but that didn’t mean much. He was a bartender.  With nearly-white hair, mis-matched eyes and a penchant for looking into other people’s lives.  Kotetsu may have gotten out of the life his mother led, but he still had a suspicious streak in him.  However, it couldn’t hurt to call and, maybe, talk to the man. “Okay, I will. Thanks.”  Tetsu put the card into his wallet, took his credit card back and picked up the glasses of Guinness.  Kakashi nodded once, then headed down the bar to deal with another customer, shooting the odd couple next to Kotetsu an amused look.

Kotetsu turned and headed back to the table, handing Izumo his beer. “What was that all about?” Zumo asked.

Tetsu took a sip of his beer.  “He wants me to call him tomorrow.  He says he heard of me through Gai, that Gai told him I was a computer security specialist and that he has a proposal for me.”

Izumo raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?  Gai doesn’t know what you do, beyond the fact that it’s with computers.”  Kotetsu gave him a sharp look.  His own suspicious streak must have rubbed off a bit.

“Yeah.  That’s what I said and it seemed to amuse him.  He says he looked into me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.  But I guess it can’t hurt to call tomorrow.”

“No, I guess not.” Izumo turned to look over at the bar and Kakashi waved once.  Zumo waved back and shrugged. “What kind of proposal, do you think?”

“The only thing I can think of is something computer-related, though it seems a little… odd to be approached like this for it.” He shook his head.  “But I guess I can hear him out.”

“Yes, and you don’t have to accept anything, do you?”  Izumo asked.

Kotetsu shook his head. “No, that’s what I was thinking.”  He glanced up at Izumo, then dropped his eyes.  “Sorry… Sir, I’m… still getting used to the idea of this outside of… well, of home.”

“That’s alright, pet."  He glanced over Kotetsu’s shoulder and grinned.  "Oh look, Gen and Rai and don’t they look thoroughly fucked.”  Izumo said, chuckling.

Kotetsu looked over and sure enough, that was the exact expression on their faces.  He chuckled. “Yes, Sir, they do.”  When the pair approached, they both waved.

“Hello!” Genma said, grinning around the ever-present toothpick in his mouth.  His waved first to Ebisu, who was too busy watching Izumo and Kotetsu to reply, then to Iwashi, who was still looking for the waitress, then finally Kotetsu.  His eyes dropped to Tetsu’s collar, then back up to his face, his eyebrows raised, then glanced toward Izumo.

Izumo put his hand on Tetsu’s back and gave a short single nod. Genma’s grin just widened and took on a leer, and he shook his head.  “Hey, Gen.” Izumo nodded to him, then turned to Genma’s partner.  “Hi, Rai.  Good to see you.” Izumo greeted them.

Raido nodded in response, his own gaze not missing the new comfort between Kotetsu and Izumo. “Hello.  So, did we get a pool table?”

Ebisu finally spoke up. “Yup. Who’s going to lose to me first?”

“Oh pet, we can’t let that go, can we?” Izumo asked through the spiky black hair and Tetsu grinned.

“No, Sir, we can’t,” Kotetsu said back, then to the table at large, he snorted. “We’ll see who wins, Eb.  Zumo and I against you and… whoever you think might actually help you do something.”

Ebisu laughed. “Right. Let’s go.  Rai, you’re with me.  Let’s see how much we can sucker these two out of.”

“Sure.” Raido said, heading over to the corner pool table and pulling the rack out from its slot.  He glanced at Tetsu and nodded, sending a pointed look at his collar and Tetsu wondered, not for the first time, if those two were also involved in D/s.  He shook his head and pushed the thoughts away, then headed to the wall to choose his cue.

He picked out one for him and one Zumo would like and when he got back to the table, Ebisu had the balls and Raido was setting them up.  “Who breaks?” Tetsu asked, taking another sip of his beer before setting it back on the table and picking up the chalk.

“We can be generous,” Eb said, pushing the glasses higher on his nose.

Tetsu looked to Zumo, carefully keeping his eyes from meeting the other man’s.  “Go ahead, Tetsu, you’re better at breaking than I am.”

Kotetsu nodded and took his position at the end of the table.  He lined up the cue ball, took a deep breath, focused and on the exhale, took his shot.  He sank three solids and two stripes and grinned at the whistle from Raido.  “I think that means we’re solids, hmm?”  Tetsu asked, chuckling.

Izumo snickered. “So, Eb, what’s that about suckering us out of something?”

Ebisu sniffed. “It’s early yet.”

“Sure.” Izumo replied, laughing.

Kotetsu ignored the exchange, examining the table with a critical eye.  He’d learned how to play pool one summer from one of his mother’s current toys.  The man, for whatever reason, hadn’t tried to get cute with Tetsu and had, instead, tried to be a sort of big brother figure.  He’d taught him to play pool and various other things that could be done in a bar.  Tetsu could also shoot darts, play video poker and just about any other bar game with the best of them. 

“Seven in the corner pocket,” he said, pointing to the appropriate spot.  He lined up his shot and took it, sinking the correct ball.  He managed two more similar shots, but by the fourth, he was running out of options.  He decided to take a chance.  He had six already in and only one solid besides the eight ball on the table.  “Three in the side,” he said, pointing again, and taking aim.  This time he missed, though he’d kind of expected to.  He smiled at Ebisu.  “I believe it’s your table.”

Kotetsu stepped back to Izumo and grinned over at him.  “How’s that, Sir?”

Izumo chuckled. “Remind me never to play against you, pet.”

“Of course, Sir, but you learned that years ago, didn’t you?”  He asked, grinning.

“Yes, yes I did, pet.” Izumo laughed.  He put his hand on Tetsu’s back and let it slide down over his ass.  Kotetsu did his best to hold in the shudder, then he felt the pressure on the plug and had to fight much harder against the moan when the damned thing hit his prostate. 

He turned around briefly, pretending to look around the room.  “Fuck, Sir,” he whispered and caught Izumo’s smirk.

“Like that, did you, pet?”  He asked and Tetsu groaned.  His cock had finally started to go down and his erection was now back with a vengeance.

“Yes, Sir,” he groaned, working to surreptitiously adjust himself.

“No more touching yourself without my permission, pet,” Zumo said, squeezing Tetsu’s ass again.

Kotetsu swallowed the moan and managed another “Yes, sir.”

That followed for most of the night.  Just as Kotetsu would start to calm down, Izumo would tease him again.  They won two more games of pool in a row and, despite the comment Izumo had made earlier, he was as good as Tetsu. Kotetsu had taught him long ago how to play, right after he’d learned, himself.   Ebisu tried to separate them when they’d won the second game, but after taunting from Zumo, he gave up.  At the end of the third game, they took a break to watch Wash make eyes at the waitress. 

“Are you ever going to talk to her?” Izumo asked when she’d left with their kitchen order. 

Wash blushed. “Sure, I am.”

“Besides to put in orders for the kitchen,” Zumo clarified, shaking his head.  Wash just blushed more.

“You’ve been staring at her for two months, now.” Kotetsu pointed out.

Izumo chuckled. “Maybe I should talk to her instead.”   Tetsu clenched his jaw and said nothing.

“Dammit, don’t do that.” Wash’s blush got worse.

“I don’t know, she’s kind of cute…” Izumo grinned, his eyes firmly on Wash. 

Wash blinked. “I thought you didn’t like women.”

Izumo shrugged. “Maybe I could try it. You know, I never have dated a woman before, so…”  He let it trail off, chuckling, then glanced over at the growl Kotetsu let out and blinked at the other man, who was staring at him. 

Tetsu looked away quickly, but not quite fast enough.  “I’m sorry, Sir,” he mumbled.

Izumo didn’t say anything at first and Tetsu tensed. Fuck, did I just screw up? What would he do in public? The horrible feeling of possibly disappointing him, however, was still just barely overshadowed by the jealousy, though Tetsu didn’t understand why he was jealous.

“It’s… okay, pet.”  Izumo said, but Tetsu heard the disappointment and he swallowed around the lump it caused.  Zumo stared at him another moment then put a hand on his back and turned back to Wash. “Seriously, man, I’m not going to talk to her, but if you don’t, someone else will.”

Wash sighed.  “I know, I know. Shit, here she comes,” he said, his color draining.

Kotetsu watched her approach and set the baskets of finger foods on the table along with their fresh drinks.  She smiled at them, turned her smile on Wash and Kotetsu tilted his head toward her, staring at his friend. “Go on!” He mouthed the words.

Wash swallowed. “Um, hi.”

Her smile widened. “Hello to you.”

“Um, mynameisWash.” He said and Izumo buried his face in his free hand.

“I’m sorry?” She said, raising her eyebrows.

Kotetsu sighed. “His name is Wash and he wants to know if you’d like to go out with him sometime.”

Izumo’s head shot up and he slapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes dancing.  Wash looked like he wanted to sink through the floor.  She just laughed. “Oh! Well, Wash, I’d be happy to.” She picked up her pen, wrote something on a napkin on her tray and dropped it in front of him.  “I’ll be back to check on you later, Wash.” She winked as she walked away and his blush came back brighter than ever.

Iwashi stared down at the napkin in front of him. “Kim.”

“Hmm?” Kotetsu asked, his attention back on Izumo’s shoulder.

“Her name is Kim,” Wash said in a stunned voice.  “And she gave me her phone number.”  His mouth was still hanging open.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Izumo asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah. Um… thanks, Tetsu…” he said, staring at the napkin. 

Kotetsu shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.  The harder part is still to come.  At least, as I understand it. Though I don’t know for sure, as I’ve never dated a woman.”

“Excuse us a minute, Wash.” Izumo said and turned to Kotetsu, looking him over. He leaned in to Tetsu’s ear. “I let the first one go because we’re new to dealing with this in public.  The second one, however, we need to discuss.  What was that, Tetsu?”

Kotetsu shook his head, staring at the collar of Zumo’s shirt. “I… honestly don’t know, Sir.”

Izumo frowned. “You’ve disappointed me, pet,” he said and Tetsu swallowed hard.  Why had he reacted that way?  What the hell had he been thinking?  What was he jealous of?  Why was he jealous?  Zumo wasn’t his, outside of their D/s relationship and he didn’t want him to be.  Right?

Kotetsu pushed that question away and turned his mind to the other issue.  It wasn’t like he had a lot of rules to follow as Zumo’s sub, especially tonight, especially in public.  Sir only wanted him to do a few things and he’d fucked one of them up.  He swallowed again, the bitter taste of Sir’s disappointment sharp on his tongue.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” he said, focusing particularly hard on a single silver thread in the fabric.

Izumo nodded. “Accepted.” He paused and considered him.  “Sunflower.”  Kotetsu’s eyes widened and his throat went dry.  Izumo never used one of the words, he’d never had a reason to.

“Tetsu, look at me.” Kotetsu looked up and met Izumo’s gaze. “This is very different for both of us.  There’s more here than us being Sir and pet and our rules surrounding it, but this isn’t the time or place to discuss it.  I shouldn’t have said what I said to Wash, least of all not when we’re in this mindset.  I’m sorry.

Kotetsu shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for, it’s your right…” he started, but Izumo held up a hand.

“I think I do.  Just accept it and we’ll talk more later, okay?”  Izumo asked, his eyes searching Tetsu’s face.

Kotetsu stared at him for a few more seconds, then nodded. “Okay.  Accepted.  Can we… still…” he trailed off as his fingers worried at the edge of his collar.

“Yes, pet.” His gaze met Kotetsu’s again. “Eyes down,” he said and Kotetsu dropped his gaze to Izumo’s shoulder.

“Yes, Sir.” Kotetsu breathed a small sigh of relief.

Izumo smiled. “Good.  Now, I think Gen and Rai would like to try to beat us at pool, pet.”

Series: Monoshizukanohi//Naruto AU

Author:  

Genre: Drama/Romance/Kink

Rating: Overall Mature

Pairing: Izumo/Kotetsu

Word Count: ~3800

Warnings/Notes for this chapter only: Language, D/s, nudity, masturbation, oral, m/m, yaoi!

Summary: They’ve been best friends for most of their lives.  Now, they’re Dom/sub & sometime bed buddies. But is that all there is to them?  Is that all they’ll stay?

Reminder! This story takes place in Monoshizukanohi which belongs to !  I borrow the universe to play in, which she has graciously allowed. Crossover/canonizing my stuff into her universe is at HER DISCRETION ONLY! Got it?

Izumo was more than a bit nervous.  They’d never played quite like this before.  He’d been a complete bundle of nerves until he’d received Tetsu’s reply. He’d half expected to see ‘crimson’ instead of the ‘yes, Sir’, though he knew that was only fear talking.  Tetsu had asked for this, and so he wasn’t about to turn down the first opportunity Izumo took to do something like it.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d work up the nerve to tell Tetsuhow he really felt a little more directly.  It would still be under the guise of Sir.  Izumo often told Tetsu that he was beautiful or that he was loved in a certain way.  So it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch, but…

He shook his head, shoved that aside and took a deep breath as he pulled the car into the parking lot.  He glanced at the clock on the dash before he turned the key and noted that he was actually about five minutes early.  He debated staying in the car for the extra few minutes, but figured Tetsu was probably already ready and waiting.

Swallowing the rest of his nerves, he waved to the neighbor lady and hurried up the stairs.  By the time he got to the third floor, he was practically running.  He stopped on the landing and forced himself to pause.  He counted to twenty and then forty and finally sixty before his heart slowed and his breathing was closer to normal.  With one more deep breath, he twisted the knob.

Kotetsu was just inside the door, on the floor on the other side of the closet.  He was exactly like Izumo had instructed – on his knees, collared, ringed and, though it couldn’t be seen from there, the plug was undoubtedly in place, too.  His cock was fully erect, the tip glistening.  His head was bowed slightly and eyes to the floor.

And the bolt of lust hit Izumo like a freight train.  He damned near swayed with it.  He paused to breathe carefully through his nose and get a hold of himself again.  His cock went rock hard just like that and he had to fight the urge to forget everything and fuck the other man hard right then and there.  He bought himself a moment while he shed his jacket and hung it on the doorknob of the closet.

Grateful Tetsu couldn’t see this momentary lapse, he licked his lips and took one more deep breath.  “Hello, pet,” he turned on the velvet in his voice and watched as the shiver rolled through the other man.  He stepped closer and allowed himself to run his fingers over Tetsu’s shoulders, giving in to his need to touch.  His hair was already in its spikes for the evening, so Izumo simply brushed a couple of fingers along a few of them.  He also noted the piercings were in place so that Tetsu was almost completely ready.  Except, of course, for being naked and in a submissive position.  Izumo felt a small shiver of his own run through him. 

He circled around behind Kotetsu and saw that the plug was, indeed, in place.  He leaned toward Kotetsu’s ear.  “You’ve done very well, pet.” 

Kotetsu’s breath hitched and he shuddered, but otherwise, he held very still, keeping his noises to himself. Izumo smiled.  “Stand,” he commanded and Tetsu got to his feet right away, shifting his hands to behind his back. “Beautiful,” he murmured and heard a very quiet moan.  “Safe words, Kotetsu?”

“Crimson and sunflower, Sir,” he said and glanced up while still carefully avoiding Izumo’s gaze.

“Yes, pet?” Izumo asked.

“Welcome home, Sir.” Kotetsu said quietly. 

Izumo fought again against the urge to forget it all and just take him then and there.  God, Tetsu was so gorgeous and he knew just what to say that would make Izumo feel good.  He focused on breathing again for a brief moment.  “I’m glad to be home, pet.  Especially pleased to see you waiting for me.”  He gave himself another minute to run his hand down over Tetsu’s back and ass, enjoying the shiver that ran through the other man at the praise.  “Come, let’s get dressed for tonight.”  He turned down the hall and heard Tetsu’s footsteps right behind him. 

He glanced over his shoulder.  Tetsu’s arms were folded behind his back and his eyes were trained to the ground.  Izumo forced himself to turn back around and keep walking.  When they were in the bedroom, though, he couldn’t resist teasing the other man a little, so he stepped closer.  “Tell me, pet, do you want me to fuck you tonight?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” Kotetsu said, breathlessly.  Izumo ran his hand lightly over Tetsu’s cock, palming the tip, then slowly sliding down its length.  Izumo watched Kotetsu fight with himself to keep from making noise or moving or otherwise doing something to displease his Sir.

“Do you want to suck my cock tonight?” Izumo asked, dropping his voice a little more.

“Yes, Sir…” he lost the battle and a very quiet moan escaped. 

“Good.  Because I want to fuck you.  I want to shove my cock into your ass and fuck you so hard you won’t know your own name.  I want to feel my hard cock slide between those beautiful lips while you suck me dry.  Yes, yes, I’ll let you suck me until I come, until I fill your mouth with it.”  Zumo watched as Tetsu’s eyes closed and he continued to fight the urge to make noise.

He teased Tetsu’s cock just a little more and let go.  Kotetsu strained with the need to fuck something, anything for a bit of friction, then settled down again.  “Good, pet.  Oh, that pleases me very much.”  Izumo leaned up and ran his fingers down the other man’s face gently, watching the expression on Tetsu’s face at his words.  His eyes closed and he leaned slightly toward Izumo.  “I love you…” He let the pause hang briefly, “like this, so beautiful.” 

Kotetsu didn’t succeed in to holding in the very quiet moan at those words.  He loved hearing them from Sir’s mouth, loved feeling his Sir’s fingers ghost over his skin.  He unconsciously leaned toward the other man a little.

Sir turned to the end of the bed and sat down. “Undress me,” he commanded and Kotetsu hurried to obey.  “With your mouth,” Sir added and Tetsu suppressed the sharp intake of breath at the thought of running his lips over his Sir, even if it was outside of the clothes. 

Kotetsu grasped his hands behind his back to hold them in place, then bent to Izumo and carefully worked the couple of buttons of the polo shirt out.  He grasped the hem with his teeth and pulled it over the brown head.  He dropped it to the floor, then turned back and worked the button on the khaki’s.  He had to kneel very awkwardly to untie hithe shoes, but he managed it.  Izumo kicked the loafers off for him and he pushed them aside.

He turned his attention back to the pants, and when they were off and Sir was left in nothing but underwear, Kotetsu licked his lips at the very obvious tent.  He paused and laid a very light kiss on the outside of it.  Zumo sucked in a breath, then sat up and looked down at him where he knelt.  “Very good, pet. So good.” He leaned forward and kissed the other man on a cheek gently and Tetsu leaned into the kiss.

“Now to dress.  You may use your hands, pet.”

“Yes, Sir.” Tetsu said and hurried to pick up the shirt.  It was short sleeved and button-down in a deep blue with silver threads running through it.  He pulled it on and fastened the buttons quickly, then picked up the jeans and knelt down, sliding the denim over Izumo’s legs.  When he got as far as he could, Sir stood and he worked the tight clothing the rest of the way up.  Kotetsu paused, glancing up at Sir’s face, and waited for Sir to adjust himself before fastening the zipper and button. 

Sir reached out and cupped Tetsu’s face, then tilted his head and placed his lips over the other man’s.  Kotetsu closed his eyes and melted into the kiss a little.  It wasn’t much of a kiss, just a brush of lips, a bit of nibble, but it felt so good.  “Very good,” Sir said quietly when they broke apart.  Kotetsu stared at those lips for a moment, wanting nothing more than to taste them again, but Izumo leaned back.  “Boots, please.”

Kotetsu swallowed the whine that wanted to escape at the denied kiss and retrieved the half boots from Izumo’s closet.  Tetsu knelt in front of him and helped him into them.  Then he glanced up again at Sir’s face.

“Yes, pet? Sir asked.

“May I brush your hair, Sir?”  He asked, quietly.  He kept his eyes from Sir’s gaze, but he saw the lips curve and he felt the smile go through him.

“I’d like that, pet,” he replied and Kotetsu hurried to get the brush off of the dresser.  He climbed up behind Sir on the bed and started to slowly drag the brush through the long brown hair.  He was careful to part it just right, brush it out just the way Sir liked it and he took a moment to run his fingers over the silky soft strands while he did the last of the brushing.  When he finished, he put the brush back on the dresser and folded his arms behind him to wait for orders.

“Get yourself dressed, pet and we’ll need to get going.”  Izumo leaned back to enjoy the view as Kotetsu bent and twisted, the muscles rippling under his skin as he pulled his different articles of clothing on.  His shirt was identical to Izumo’s except in green, rather than blue and it wasn’t lost on Zumo that he’d chosen their clothes to match.  Similar snug jeans, undoubtedly to help hide and hold in place the near-permanent erection he’d likely be sporting most of the evening and the same type of half boots that Izumo was also wearing.

When he was dressed, he turned back to Izumo and stood quietly, waiting.  “You look so good tonight, pet.”  He said, brushing a hand down Kotetsu’s back, then cupping the tight ass.  He leaned in to Tetsu’s ear. “So good,” he murmured, teasing the shell with his breath then pulled back.  “Let’s get going, we don’t want to be late.  Follow,” Izumo ordered and headed down the hall.

They took his car and when they were buckled in and headed out of the parking lot, Izumo glanced to the side.  He figured they had about thirty to forty-five minutes before they got to the parking garage near Glow.  He was grateful for the early dark of the winter months which would give them freedom to do what he had planned.

“First, now that we’re in the car, I want to hear all of your beautiful sounds, pet."  He waited briefly for the affirmative reply, then continued.  "Unbutton your shirt,” Izumo commanded.  He watched out of the corner of his eye as Tetsu obeyed.  “Shift down in the seat a little and play with your nipples for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”  Izumo heard the slight hitch in Tetsu’s voice at that and glanced over when they stopped at a light to watch his fingers pinch, pull and twist them until they were red and hard.

“I’d love to see those pierced,” he said before he thought about it.  He had often wondered what it would be like, but he’d never dared to ask before.  Tetsu sucked in a breath at the comment and Izumo paused, raising an eyebrow. “Would you like to do that sometime?”

“Yes, actually, I would. Sir.” He added the title almost as an afterthought, but Izumo didn’t say anything. His own question and preceding comment were a little out of character as it was. Izumo swallowed around his dry throat as Kotetsu went back to tugging on his nipples and Izumo turned back to pay attention to driving for a moment.

He was suddenly grateful for rush hour traffic.  Especially on a Friday night, the other drivers were too preoccupied with their own weekend plans or navigating traffic to pay attention to Kotetsu.  He listened to the quiet moans from the other seat as he made his first turn onto a street that was equally as backed up as the last one.

“Do you like that, pet? Playing with your nipples for me? Letting those moans out that you know I love so much?” He asked.

“Oh yes, Sir,” Kotetsu said, quietly.

“Open your jeans, pet,” he said, then glanced over to watch when traffic stopped again.  The button was already undone and he was working the zipper down.  His cock sprang free and Izumo licked his lips at the sight.  “Now, start stroking yourself. Slowly, very slowly.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”  That ended on a quiet moan.  He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly slid it from the base to the tip, then swiped his thumb through the liquid before stroking it slowly back down again.  “Oh fuck, Sir, that feels good.”

Izumo hummed quietly, keeping one eye on the traffic light and the rest of his attention on Kotetsu.  “What a beautiful cock.  You’re so wet already.”  His own voice was a little breathless and he forced himself to calm down and focus.

Kotetsu moaned and braced his left hand on the seat as he worked his cock over, trying so hard to keep his strokes slow as he’d been commanded.  He closed his eyes and his head tilted back against the headrest.

“Go a little faster,” Izumo ordered and immediately Kotetsu’s hand slid over his hard length with increased speed, palming the tip, then back down over it, tightening his fingers just a little.  Izumo had had him masturbate for him before and he knew just how long he could stretch it. 

“Fffffuck, Sir…” he moaned, his legs shifting as he planted his feet more firmly to try desperately to hold on to the pace Izumo had set.  “Oh fuck, oh God…”

“Faster,” Izumo’s own cock was straining against his jeans, the zipper damned near cutting into him through his underwear.   He shifted his attention enough to watch traffic, listening intently to the moans and curses from the other man.

“Oh fuck, I’m close, Sir, so fucking close…”  Izumo caught him biting his lip out of the corner of his eye, right hand moving over his cock, left hand gripping the seat hard.

Another light was up ahead and Izumo slowed down, hoping to catch it as it turned red.  Another loud moan from Kotetsu and he glanced over quickly, then back to the road.  His hand was moving even faster, whole body tensed.  Izumo cheered inwardly when the light changed and he stopped.  He turned back to Kotetsu, “oh, that’s such a beautiful sight. Fuck, I’m hard just from watching you, pet.  You look like you want something.  What is it, pet? What do you want?”

“Fuck, Sir… need… oh God, need to come.” He moaned.

“You want to come, pet?” Izumo asked, reaching into the door for the stack of napkins he always kept there.  He pulled them out, pushing one into Kotetsu’s other hand, then turned back and reached over.  He grasped the edge of the leather strip that was wrapped around Tetsu’s cock. 

“Please, Sir,” he begged, hand still moving.  “Oh God, please…”

He glanced at the light, but it was a big intersection and they still had a minute.  He pulled the strip loose and said one word, “Come.”

Tetsu shouted, “FUCK! OH FUCK, SIR!”  And Izumo watched his back arch as his orgasm went through him.  Kotetsu’s eyes were closed, head thrown back and it took everything in Izumo not to come right there in his pants, too, just from the sight. 

Kotetsu slumped back into the seat just as the light changed.  Izumo let him settle for a moment and again paid attention to driving.  Just a few minutes later, they pulled into the garage attached to Fashion Center and Izumo found a quiet spot in a corner of one of the upper levels.

He turned in his seat to see that Tetsu hadn’t moved at all.  His pet was sitting with hands on knees, looking Izumo’s direction, but not at him.  Izumo smiled. “That was so beautiful.  You were so good.  Would you like your first reward tonight, pet?”

Kotetsu blinked and the puzzled expression was so adorable. “Sir?”

“That was for my pleasure, pet. I love watching you come.  Now, it’s time for you to suck me.” He reached down and adjusted the seat so it slid back the last couple of clicks and leaned back.  Izumo watched Tetsu lick his lips and lean forward to open the now very tight jeans.  Zumo hissed as his cock sprang free, the wet tip hitting the cool air in the car.

Tetsu shifted a little awkwardly, then bent down and took Zumo’s cock into his mouth.  It took all Izumo had to keep from going off immediately. But holy fuck, it felt good.  “Yes, pet… fuck!” He moaned as Tetsu started working his cock over with those talented lips.  God, the man knew what he was about when it came to sucking cock. Izumo gripped the steering wheel hard, trying to hold onto his control.

But Kotetsu was just too damned good and he was way too worked up from watching the other man masturbate.  Within just a couple of minutes, he was letting his own string of curses out as he pumped his cum into Tetsu’s mouth. “Fuck, pet, oh fuck, you’re so good at that.” He couldn’t keep from pumping his hips just a little as he rode out his orgasm.

Izumo paused to gather scattered wits while Kotetsu cleaned the softening cock off with his tongue, then carefully tucked it away and closed the jeans. He swallowed hard, took a couple of breaths and finally felt like he had the ability to coherently think again.  He turned back to Tetsu and saw the other man’s cock was already hard again.  “Re-fasten the ring and put yourself back together, pet.”

Izumo watched as he did so, then put his hands back on his knees when he was done and waited for Izumo to speak.  “Obviously, the rules change for the evening, pet.  You’ll no longer be keeping silent and I don’t expect you to address me as Sir in front of the others.  Lean forward,” he commanded and reached for the collar.

“Sunflower.”

Izumo blinked and stared at Kotetsu.  That was, as far as he could remember, the first time Tetsu had used a safe word in months and months of play. Maybe even more than a year.  His mouth went dry, trying to figure out what he might have done wrong.  He went back over the time since he got home, but he couldn’t think of anything.  And sucking him off in a parking lot – or garage – was certainly nothing new.  He turned a puzzled look at his friend.  “Tetsu? What’s wrong?”

“Leave it,” he said, meeting Izumo’s eyes.

He blinked.  “Leave the collar?” He asked and Tetsu nodded.  “But… you know they’re going to know what it is.” Izumo said, staring at him.  “Maybe not Eb, though he might.  Probably not Wash, but Gen and Rai most certainly will.”

Kotetsu cleared his throat. “I know.  I don’t care.  Leave it.  And, at least in your ear, I’d still like to address you as Sir.”

Izumo paused, thinking it through. Kotetsu’s collar was a simple brown leather one.  Nothing fancy, just a basic silver buckle and D-ring.  Some people wore them just because, so it wasn’t likely to be recognized except by someone familiar with the world, maybe even not then.  And they hadn’t done anything like formally collaring or anything even remotely close to it.  Their play had always been just that – play.  Tetsu wore the collar when they did because he’d told Zumo he liked the feel of it and the reminder of what he was when it was on.

Izumo certainly had no problems with the idea of Tetsu wearing it in front of their friends.  He wished he could claim Tetsu completely in front of them, either as the other man’s Dom or partner or both, but that was neither here nor there at the moment.  Right now, having the collar on would definitely give away the D/s relationship they did have and he needed to make sure Tetsu understood that.  “Tetsu… you know if you wear that, no one else is likely to approach you.  Hell, Gen and Rai are likely to avoid flirting with you if you have it on.  They’ll know what it means.”

“I know that.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t care. I want to leave it on. I want to stay your pet tonight.”

Izumo swallowed, then nodded. “Very well, then…”  He took a breath and thought things through quickly. “…Pet. The rest of the rules for tonight are simple.  You’ll flirt with no one.  You’ll touch no one deliberately except me.  For that matter, you’ll limit conversation with others besides our friends.  When we’re walking, you walk to my right, but with me.  You may speak as you wish, but… properly address me.  Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Tetsu said and Izumo saw the small smile play at the edges of his lips.

Izumo considered him another moment, still a little surprised by Tetsu’s interest in making it more public, even in the limited way it was.  He wished he had time to talk through this more, but the others were already inside, he was sure, waiting on them.  They would later, though.  “Okay.  Stay there,” he said and climbed out of the car.  He came around and opened Kotetsu’s door.  When he stepped out, Izumo leaned in and kissed him.  It was soft, gentle.  A thank you for the trust Tetsu was putting in him, the knowledge that Izumo would never abuse something like this.  Kotetsu returned it, putting some of his own thanks into it.  Thanks, perhaps, for going along with it and giving Tetsu what he needed without questioning him too much about it.

When they turned and started walking, Izumo was in for one more surprise.  “Sir?”

He glanced over.  “Yes, pet?”

“May I hold your hand?”  Tetsu looked… nervous.

Izumo blinked, then smiled. “I’d like that, pet.”  He reached out and they clasped hands, then turned and started walking toward the stairs.

Reminder! This story takes place in Monoshizukanohi which belongs to  !  I borrow the universe to play in, which she has graciously allowed. Crossover/canonizing my stuff into her universe is at HER DISCRETION ONLY! Got it?

One extra note for this chapter:  DJ Stryke here was edited and updated by   herself!  Thank you again, for the help!

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Three separate headhunters.  Three long, obnoxious introductory interviews where he wore a suit he hated that didn’t fit right and he tried to sell himself to someone who was innately suspicious and only saw him as one giant dollar sign.  And all three of them had definitely given him the "don’t call us, we’ll call you" vibe.  And what’s worse was that he didn’t have time to go home and change before dropping the software and stuff off at the Dojo. 

He’d hoped to get in and out without a lot of conversation and explanation.  He did the installs for them, made sure they couldn’t easily disconnect things and told them what, exactly, to do – complete with printed instruction – and tried to leave at that point.

Somewhere along the line, he got suckered into leaving his cell phone number and email address in case they needed more help.  He had no idea how that happened.

But despite that, he felt pretty good on his way home that night.  Because he’d been doing something constructive, even if half of that day was being constructive by sitting in a suit he hated with a salesman he hated – which was, really, all that headhunters really were.

Kotetsu laid in bed late that night, his iPod’s FM tuner set to WKDS, earplugs in. Like everyone else in the city, he couldn’t resist the fuck you DJ and his open line late at night. "This WKDS, kids and kinksters: all hits, all the time. Ya know who I am, boys and girls. It’s DJ Stryke and I wanna hear your stories tonight. I know the freaks are out there, Monoshizukanohi. So come on, bite me."

Kotetsu closed his eyes and listened to a woman call in and pretend to talk about wanting an orgy. He could hear her voice stutter and stammer and Stryke couldn’t let her get away with it. "Come on, babe, an orgy? You could handle that, huh? Dicks to the left, dicks to the right, three right up the middle? Hand, mouth…" Stryke chuckled, and dropped his voice. "Could you take it at both ends at the same time, babe?"

She stuttered to a stop and Stryke laughed quietly into the microphone. "I got ya babe. I got ya. It’s why they’re called fantasies." He paused as she hung up and the quiet snick of a lighter could be heard in the silence. "Anyone else out there? How about a Dom who’s got his pretty little sub bent over, tied, ass and back red from a flogger and just beggin’ to suck or fuck? Oh ho, there we go: now yer chompin’ at the bit. And maybe this one will break the skin. Stryke here. Talk to me."

"Hey Stryke," Kotetsu said. "I got one for you. "

"Oh yeah? Hit me, baby."

"I’m a sub for my best friend. I know you’ve heard this shit before. But we’re kind of new to it. Only been in it a couple of years."

"So yer likin’ that shit, aren’t ya? Your best friend gets ya hard, ties ya down, spanks ya good and fucks ya right?"

"Oh fuck yeah. He’s fucking awesome. Knows how to make me fucking beg and love doing it. But the thing is…" Kotetsu trailed off.

"What’s that, baby?" Ice cubes clinked in a glass through the speakers. "Naw, lemme guess. You wanna get harder, faster, rougher doncha? You like the pain and hungry for more?"

"Yeah. Maybe. Hell, I don’t know, Stryke. I just know there’s nothing like it when he’s got me right where he wants me – tied down, ass red, ringed, hard as a fucking diamond and begging to suck on his cock. We don’t do it all that much right now, for good reason. But damn, do I wish we did."

"Fuck yeah, we know all about that, don’t we boys and girls?" Stryke asked as he chuckled quietly into the microphone. "Take it from Stryke, baby, it can only get better. Talk to your Dom. He’ll fix you right up. I ain’t met one yet that doesn’t like to give more – if they’re the honest sort, that is."

Kotetsu chuckled. "Yeah. Thanks, Stryke." He swallowed around his nerves as he listened to Stryke’s closing comment.

"Anytime, baby. I love a good cock-slut." He paused as his caller hung up. "The freaks are out tonight, Monoshizukanohi, and I’m getting bit. That one even left a mark. Wanna add yours?"

Izumo turned the radio off on his alarm clock and stared at the wall.  He didn’t need to hear the murmuring in the next room to know it was Tetsu on the line.  Even through the radio, he’d recognize his voice anywhere.

He knew why Tetsu didn’t approach him directly.  He was always worried that Izumo was doing too much, working too much, too everything.  He’d never ask for more.  This was as close as he’d ever get.

He threw the covers back and slipped out of bed, pausing at his door.  He thought about what Tetsu would say if he approached him.  He might have thought he was asleep, but he somehow doubted it.  Izumo was fairly certain Tetsu knew he’d be listening.  Which was the main reason he’d called.

He stared at the back of his door for a moment, but then shook his head.  One of the prime rules they’d read over and over again about the Dom/sub relationship was communication.  Tetsu had basically put it out there in the only way he knew how.  It was up to Izumo now to take it further.

He twisted the knob and pulled the door back quietly.  Tetsu’s door was open a few inches and he approached it, looking through the crack.  The lamp was off, he was still sitting up, leaning against the headboard, earphones in.  The moonlight filtered through the blinds on his window, painting small lines across the heavy comforter and plush carpet.

He pushed the door open a few more inches and stepped through.  They knew how to move quietly, had learned it as part of their agility and dexterity training with Gai and Lee.  This time, he wasn’t really trying to be quiet.  Even so, when Tetsu’s eyes opened, he was surprised.

"Hi," Izumo said, quietly, watching the slanted eyes carefully.

Aside from the initial surprise, undoubtedly at finding him there in his bedroom, they gave nothing of his thoughts away.  Izumo swallowed and took the last few steps to close the distance to the side of Kotetsu’s bed.  Tetsu shook his head a little, perhaps to clear it.  "Hey," he said, forcing a smile.  "You okay?"

"Yeah. I…" Izumo paused, frowning.  Then, remembering his initial resolve, he cleared his throat. "I heard the call."

He couldn’t help but think how adorable the blush was that stained his cheeks at that. "I thought you might be asleep."

Izumo considered him.  "Did you really?"  Kotetsu paused, then shook his head.  He scooted over a bit and it was then Izumo realized he only ever slept on one side of his bed.  Kind of like he, himself did.  He shoved the distracting thought away and sat down.  Kotetsu pulled the other earphone out, pushed the switch aside to turn off his iPod and set it on his bedside table.  "More often?" Izumo asked.

Tetsu nodded and looked down, his fingers picking at the comforter.  "I don’t want you to think I’m not happy with what we do…"

Izumo put a hand on his leg. "No. I know you are.  But there’s nothing wrong with wanting more." He smiled wryly.  "I was just thinking about it the other morning, actually.  We’ve been so insane from work, we haven’t been able to do much." He reached up and brushed at a stray ebony lock.   "I guess that’s changed now, though."

Izumo paused to consider the anxious expression on Tetsu’s face, worry causing his heart to speed up.  He took a deep breath.  "I want more, too." His heart calmed a bit when the anxiety on the other’s face eased.   "Do you still want to plan it ahead of time?"

The shaggy black head shook.  "I have safe words for a reason.”

Izumo nodded.  "Okay." He gave in to need then and leaned forward, placing his lips over Tetsu’s.  He’d never deny him something like this, never refuse unless there was a really good reason.  They’d talked before, briefly, about taking the whole thing further, but they’d never committed to it.  It had very firmly been kept in specific sessions and scenes.  He’d suspected Tetsu would welcome it to be a more full part of their relationship, but he hadn’t wanted to push.

Because, in the end, he knew why he wanted it, wanted more.  And his reasons weren’t entirely altruistic.

Izumo shoved that to the back of his mind as Kotetsu returned the kiss and lifted his hands to cup the brunet’s face with them. He nipped, brushed, and nibbled and Izumo let him guide the kiss as he wanted.  When he felt the tongue against his lips, he opened them and savored the taste of his friend.  His own hands came up to frame Tetsu’s face.

As the kiss deepened, he shifted on the bed and moved a little closer, his fingers pushing up through that thick black hair.  Kotetsu’s hands moved down over his naked back to rest at his waist, pulling him even further into himself so that their chests were pressing together.  A quiet moan bubbled up from one of them and neither had any idea which one it came from.

They broke apart briefly, pausing just a breath away.  Brown eyes met black ones, hearts pounded and they held there just long enough to be a little too long.  A look passed between them, an emotion they didn’t want to name, and was ignored; they weren’t ready for it yet. 

Kotetsu’s arms wrapped around Izumo and their lips crashed together again.  Their tongues tasted, then danced and finally battled, both needing more of the other. They demanded and took, gave and accepted.

Izumo tugged on Kotetsu and they fell over onto the bed, arms still wrapped, legs tangling, unwilling,  or unable – they didn’t know – to break the kiss.  But air has a way of demanding attention.  So they broke apart anyway, but only long enough to suck in enough to satisfy starving lungs.  Their hands moved, feeling soft skin and taut muscles, tracing lines and dips, memorizing with touch that which they already knew with their sight.

Finally, wanting and needing to taste more, Kotetsu pulled back and made his way down over the other man’s chin, nipping and sucking on tiny bits of skin.  He exploited the spots he was familiar with – the dip at the base of his throat, the spot at the top of one shoulder.  Then he found new ones, a dimple on the right hip, the curve of his navel that was sensitive when he ran his tongue around it or that line across his stomach that quivered if he brushed his lips across it oh so lightly.

He glanced up along his lover’s body, watching as the half-lidded eyes closed completely while he slowly peeled the cotton over his hips.  He let his fingertips drag along the skin and gave a half smile as Izumo’s back arched at the touch and his hands gripped tighter on the headboard where he’d braced himself. The thought flitted through Tetsu’s mind just how beautiful the other man was right then, writhing under him, aroused beyond reason, needy and wanting him.

He tugged the pants off completely and tossed them over the side of the bed, then took his time working his way up one leg.  He dragged his lips over the calf, pausing to dip his tongue into the back of his knee – earning a deep moan – then slowly nibbling his way along the inner thigh.  Zumo’s cock was swollen, incredibly hard and begging for attention, dripping that sweet fluid.

Kotetsu paused to lick at it, very lightly, barely a touch.  He savored the taste, just the tiniest drop on his tongue before dipping his head and taking more.  Her ran his tongue along its length and was rewarded with the sharp gasp. 

Hungry himself for more, he took the whole thing in his mouth, slowly swallowing all of it.  He traced the underside with his tongue, then pulled back off of it again to tease the head and slit before moving back down over it once more. "Tetsu!"

God that was a beautiful sound. 

But now the light tastes and touches weren’t enough.  He wanted, no, needed more.  He needed to feel him, too.  He moved back up along Zumo’s body, dropping random kisses as he went, settling his lips again over the other’s.

And just as if there had been no break, they went back to the battle, back to the giving and the demanding.  Tongues warred and air was forgotten once more. 

But as the need leaked through, the need to feel, to fill, they broke apart again.  Kotetsu reached for the bottle nearly desperate now.  He slowed down just long enough to do the bare minimum before straddling Izumo and lowering himself onto him.

"God, Tetsu, you feel so good.  Nnn!" Izumo abandoned the headboard to grasp Tetsu’s hips in a grip that bordered on bruising.  When Tetsu was finally seated fully, he began riding his lover. 

Their eyes met, then, and their hands clasped.  "Oh God, Zumo…"  Tetsu’s moan was loud in the room, but he didn’t care, couldn’t help it. This, this. There was nothing else like being filled.  The voice that had earlier pointed out Izumo’s beauty now whispered to him that it was this man, but he either ignored it or simply didn’t hear it.

They wanted, needed to drag it out, make it stretch.  But no matter how hard they tried, the other’s body simply felt too good.  The slow movements sped up and the soft turned hard.

"God, Tetsu, can’t… too much…" Izumo moaned and reached almost desperately for the other man’s cock.  He wrapped his hand around it and tried nearly frantically to bring him along with him.  He stroked, Tetsu rode and there, there it was.  Their voices crashed together in the same way their lips did earlier as they went off the edge at the same time.

Kotetsu slumped forward onto Izumo’s chest and the brunet wrapped his arms around him.  Izumo laid there, stunned in the aftermath, hearts pounding and breath still coming in sharp gasps.  What the hell had that been?

Neither man said anything, both too stunned to form reasonable thoughts, much less coherent speech.  Izumo felt Tetsu nuzzle his neck and he tightened his arms, running his hands lightly over the other man’s back.  He turned his head a little and dropped a light kiss on the side of Tetsu’s face.

He swallowed hard, trying to corral his chaotic thoughts.  Nothing they had ever done before had felt like that.  When they fucked – outside of a Scene – they fucked. It was hard, it was fast and it was sex.  There’d been no place for emotion in their sex, much to Izumo’s chagrin.  He’d worked hard to keep it separate, to keep it hidden but that… that hadn’t been possible.  Not this time.

And what was that he felt coming from Tetsu? Was it love? He wasn’t sure, and was more than a little afraid to hope for it.  He didn’t think his friend could feel that way about him and was, in fact, fairly certain he couldn’t.  He’d long ago come to accept the fact that Tetsu would only ever see him as his best friend and nothing more. 

But… then what had that just been? Certainly not their normal fucking. No, no.  Izumo couldn’t think of it in any other way but… making love.

Good God. 

Kotetsu sat up a little and their eyes met.  Izumo couldn’t decipher the look in the other man’s, not beyond fear, confusion… there was something else, buried, something Tetsu seemed to be trying to hide.   Kotetsu leaned down and kissed him.  Softly, slowly and the taste and emotion behind it did nothing to calm the confusion swirling wildly inside Izumo. 

When they broke apart, Tetsu eased off of him and, without breaking eye contact, groped blindly behind him until his hand closed around his boxers.  He used them to quickly clean them up, still not speaking.  And then, still in silence, he laid down and pulled his friend into his arms. 

Izumo rested his head on his friend’s shoulder and settled in against him a little closer.  Tetsu pulled the blanket up over them and his arms tightened around Zumo.  They laid in continued quiet for a long time.  Eventually, they fell asleep but it would be much much later.

When they work the next morning, they both acted like they did any other time they happened to fall asleep next to each other.  It wasn’t a common occurrence, even when they’d fucked each other.  It happened most often after a scene which, most recently, had been fairly rare.  But it happened and most of the time they woke up joking and playful and back to the same even best friend footing as they always were.

This time, there was an awkward moment when they first woke.  Izumo had been watching Tetsu sleep, indulging in the ability to touch him unguardedly.  He brushed at the soft ebony hair, ran his fingers over the eyebrows, trailed a rough pad over a soft cheek.  His feelings must have been obvious on his face because when those gorgeous slanted eyes opened and looked back at him, they widened briefly in surprise.

Izumo smiled, doing his best to cover any emotion he could with amusement. “‘Bout time you got up, sleepyhead.”

Kotetsu continued to stare at him for another rather uncomfortable moment then grinned. “Hmph. I don’t have to get up.”

And just like that, they had shifted firmly back to best friends.  And Izumo wasn’t sure if he was happy about it, or not.

Kotetsu was pouring his third cup of coffee when he heard the quiet ping come through his speakers.  He blinked over at his computer and shoved the carafe back into the coffeemaker before heading to his desk.

When he sat down and saw the small window blinking with Izumo’s name on it, he grinned.  “Hey, you there?”

 Tetsu took a quick sip from his cup before replying. “Yeah. What’s up? I thought you didn’t like to use IM at work?”

“I don’t, usually, but I’m kind of in a hurry and my damned phone’s been ringing off the hook all morning. I’ve turned it off for a little while.”

 Tetsu found himself glad that he didn’t have to worry about that at the moment.  “Bad day, huh?  You know it’ll just start going off again when you turn it back on.”

“I’d say you have no idea, but I know better.”  Zumo replied. “And yeah, I know. But I don’t care. I may just not turn it on again until Monday. I love Fridays. Anyway, a few of the guys want to head down to Glow later and they want to know if we want to go.”

“YES!”  Tetsu chuckled at himself.  “Who’s going?”

“LOL.  Anxious to get out of the house?”

“Uh, yeah.  You could say that. And why didn’t you just email?”  Tetsu started his browser and clicked on the link for gmail.

“I’m sending one now, but for something else. Don’t read it yet, I know you’re loading it now. Anyway, I just wanted to talk quickly and let the guys know. Wash and Eb are going, for sure.  Gen and Rai maybe, but so far Rai isn’t answering his texts.”

 Tetsu shook his head and fought the urge to read his email anyway. “Rai never answers text messages. He hates his phone, when is Gen going to remember that?”

“*shrug* Never. He’s going to keep trying to get him to use it.”

 Kotetsu snorted.  “It’s a lost cause. He knows how to push the green button to answer and the red one to hang up and he doesn’t want to know more.”

“I know that. You know that. Hell, everyone that knows them knows that. Anyway, I’ll let the guys know.  Eb wants to try to get a pool table. Wash just wants to see his ‘girlfriend’.”

“You mean the waitress he watches from across the room and refuses to talk to?”

“LOL. Exactly. I swear, one of these days I’m going to go talk to her myself instead.”

 Kotetsu blinked at the screen.  The surge of jealousy at the thought of Izumo flirting with someone else, especially a woman, surprised him.  He shook it off. “Are you talking about going straight on me?”

“Hardly.  Not even bi.  But something’s gotta kick Wash’s ass.  Anyway.  I’ve got to go. I’ll tell them we’ll be there.  See you soon.”

“K. Later.”   Kotetsu watched the window for another moment, waiting for the offline message to appear.  He stared at the cursor blinking, fought with himself and wondered briefly why Zumo didn’t disconnect right away either.  He paused, having the worst urge to say something else, though he refused to recognize what it was.  He shook his head at himself and closed the window.

Izumo stared at the window another moment, watching for the the message that Tetsu had closed his. He read and reread the three little words he’d typed into the text box, his finger poised over the ‘enter’ key.  He swallowed hard, and started hitting backspace instead.  It was a good thing, too. Just as he’d finished deleting the word ‘love’, the message came up that the window had been closed and user was offline.  He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and turned to clear out his office phone voice messages.

Kotetsu’s smile spread into a full grin when he saw the email.  He read it over twice before sending off his simple two-word reply.  After the ‘sent message’ notice appeared, he reloaded the original message and read back through it one more time.

Pet,

I’m leaving work a little early today so that I can be sure to be on time.  So, by the time I get home, I’d like you to be ready for me.  Have your clothes for tonight out, but not on.  Then, I want you to strip and stay naked until I get home.  When I get in the door, I want to find you to waiting for me, kneeling, collared, ringed, and plugged.  Do not masturbate, do not touch your cock except to put the ring on.  You may finger yourself enough to get ready to take the plug, but that’s all.  The rest of that body is for me to enjoy and  only me. 

Do these and you’ll please me.

Reply simply with “Yes, Sir.” when you receive this if you’ll be ready for me.

-Sir

p.s. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I know we haven’t really started this stuff outside of the Scenes yet.  If you don’t, send ‘crimson’ instead and I’ll understand. -Zumo

Kotetsu hadn’t even hesitated to reply with his ‘Yes, Sir.’  After rereading it, he stood up and stripped, then headed into Zumo’s bedroom to retrieve the items Sir had wanted him to.  He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and noted that he had an hour before Sir would be home.  He was already half-hard and was likely to be damned near insane by then.

His Sir really knew how to use anticipation with him.

Reminder! This story takes place in Monoshizukanohi which belongs to !  I borrow the universe to play in, which she has graciously allowed. Crossover/canonizing my stuff into her universe is at HER DISCRETION ONLY! Got it?

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When Kotetsu woke the next morning, he realized he’d beaten the alarm by a good half hour.  He reached over Izumo and switched it off, then snuggled down for another minute.  He certainly didn’t need to get up, but he also didn’t want to get too far out of his routine, either.

Besides, getting up meant he could spoil his friend a little in return for the night before.

That thought brought the ache in his ass back into focus and he couldn’t help the grin.  His cock twitched with the memories of the night before, so before he was tempted to wake his friend up for something other than getting ready for work, he dropped a light kiss on his shoulder and slid out from under the covers.

His muscles were still a little stiff, so he took a moment to stretch.  He stopped long enough to hang the pants and shirt up that had been left on the dresser the night before then he quietly slipped out of the room.  After snatching up his abandoned sweatpants from the living room, he ambled into the kitchen.

He put a lunch together quickly and set it aside.  Zumo never remembered to pack one and half the time he replaced a real lunch with peanut butter crackers out of a machine.  The sandwich and apple were at least a little better than that.  Then he pulled out the bagel and cream cheese his friend usually had and got it ready, leaving it in the toaster until he was done with his shower.  He also brewed the cup of coffee Izumo never had time for and fixed it up with the spoon of sugar.  Picking up the mug, he headed back into the bedroom.

He set the coffee on the bedside table, then sat next to him on the bed and took a moment to watch him sleep.  He smiled at the brown hair that was sticking up in what had to be about fifty different directions.  It was worse than when Kotetsu did his own hair in spikes like he liked to do when they went out for a night.  He brushed a bit of the hair out of Izumo’s face.  He wondered for the millionth time how he’d gotten so lucky to have a friend like him.  Entirely aside from the things they did in the bedroom – and those were something, Izumo was and had always been a very steady place in an otherwise chaotic life. 

And Kotetsu’s life had been very chaotic.  He’d spent his early years in the roughest of neighborhoods, the ones where you didn’t go out after dark, at least not alone.  The apartment had been the crash pad for a host of his mother’s friends and boyfriends, not all of which ignored Kotetsu like he wished they would.  A few of them had even tried to get close to him for God knows what reason, but Kotetsu knew how to bite and kick and they left him alone when they found out he did.  None of them seemed to think he was worth losing a finger, or worse, over.

The year he turned six, he and his mom had moved out of the tenement and into a quieter neighborhood, courtesy of his mother’s flavor-of-the-month.  She’d always had a constant stream of boyfriends coming and going.  He’d never been able to keep track of them and somewhere along the way, he gave up trying.  This one, apparently, wanted something a little more exclusive, so they moved in with him.  He seemed nice enough, though he drank a lot.  But he had a steady job that he managed to keep despite the alcohol and he didn’t look at Kotetsu funny or try to get near him.  That was enough for Kotetsu.

The house was very old with more drafts than walls, peeling wallpaper and stained carpets but the neighborhood in general was quite a bit nicer. Not that that was saying much.  Still, it was nice enough that he could actually leave the house to play.  One day not long after moving in, he met a boy from a house down the street.  He’d had long brown hair, brown eyes and was just as scrawny as Kotetsu was.  They’d eyed each other for a few moments in silence; Kotetsu in suspicion, Izumo in curiosity.

They didn’t say anything at first, choosing instead to see what the other would do.  Kotetsu, having deemed him no threat,  turned and simply sat on the porch he was near.  After another minute, Izumo sat down next to him.  They spent a few more moments sitting there in silence, just watching traffic go by.  Then, finally, "Kotetsu."

The other boy looked over quickly.  "Izumo."

And that was that.  They started playing together for a while that day that bled over into every day.  Since it was summer, school was out, and it quickly became every waking minute as best friends tend to end up doing.  And they’d become best friends very quickly.

Then one morning, the nice boyfriend wasn’t so nice anymore.  Kotetsu’s mother had apparently said or done the wrong thing; the six year old had no idea what it was and didn’t want to know.  But the boyfriend – he remembered his name was Mamoru – was drunk, still or again it didn’t matter, at eight o’clock in the morning.  Kotetsu had awakened to screaming and shouting from the living room.  He’d crept down the steps to watch the fight and when Mamoru had looked over at him with rage in his eye, Kotetsu ran.

He’d ended up at Izumo’s house.  The other boy never asked what was wrong or why he was there in his pajamas.  Instead, he’d simply given him clothes of his own, his mother had fed him breakfast and he’d stayed there for the day. 

Kotetsu’s mother finally showed up much later to see if he was there and Izumo’s mother had let her have it.  She didn’t raise her voice, Izumo’s mother rarely did, but she let Kotetsu’s mother know in no uncertain terms just what she thought of letting a six year old disappear without even looking for him for hours.  Eventually, Kotetsu finally did end up going home, but it was much later that night.  The boyfriend was gone, but Kotetsu was to find out that it wasn’t for long.

It became a pattern for a while.  That summer was one of the worst Kotetsu remembered of his life.  Mamoru started drinking more heavily, he fought with Kotetsu’s mother a lot and Kotetsu started sneaking out the back door to the sounds of screams and things being thrown and broken.  After that first time, he did change clothes first and snatched whatever food he could from the kitchen before leaving.  But he spent the day away from home, always with Izumo.  And his mother never asked him where he was.

At the end of the summer, either his mother got through to Mamoru or something else changed because when school started, things calmed down a little bit.  Kotetsu was still grateful for the excuse to be away from home.  It got even better when he found out he was in the same class with Izumo, and things steadied for a little while. 

One day after school, he came out to meet Izumo after being kept behind to talk to a teacher about his mom.  They wanted a phone number so they could offer clothes and things for Kotetsu.  He’d been embarrassed beyond belief and mumbled something about giving his mother the message.

So he was already in a bad mood when he got outside to find the school bully and his gang had Izumo surrounded.  Zumo, who was slightly taller and weighed a bit more than him, was just gentler in general, so he was a target.  He wasn’t a wimp or anything, he just didn’t go out of his way to pick a fight. 

But even so, the bully had three others with him.  Kotetsu got between them and told them in no uncertain terms that if they wanted Izumo, they’d had to go through him.  The bully laughed long and hard, but he’d had no idea how many of those boyfriends of his mother’s he’d had to fight off in his six years.  And when cornered, Kotetsu was a scrapper.

The fists flew, the feet kicked and the bullies left them alone after that.  And their bond grew even tighter.

Kotetsu shook his head, pushing the memories away.  That was ancient history.  He’d closed the door to that part of his life, the distant past.   He’d gotten out of the shit life that his mother lived and worked to be different than her.  And he had.  Thanks, in no small part, to the man laying next to him.

He reached up and ran his hands over the bare skin on his friends shoulder.  "Zumo."

Izumo opened his eyes and smiled. "Morning. You’re much more pleasant to wake up to than an alarm clock."

Kotetsu chuckled. "It gets better." He picked up the coffee and laughed when the brown eyes widened.

"Oh god, I love you." Kotetsu laughed but when their eyes met briefly, he could have sworn there was something more in them, something he hadn’t seen before.  He might have been seeing things, though, because a few seconds later, it was gone.  Zumo grinned instead and reached for the cup. "You are awesome." He said before nearly diving into the cup.

Kotetsu laughed again.  "It’s just coffee."

"Says you. I say it’s the elixir of life." Zumo’s muffled voice said from inside the cup.

Kotetsu shook  his head, chuckling. "Right.  Addict. Get moving, you don’t want to be late. You know what traffic is like if you leave the parking lot even five minutes past time."

Izumo grumbled, but drained his coffee.  "I can quit anytime I want to." He said, smacking his lips and setting the empty mug down.  Kotetsu laughed as he got up and picked it up. He watched his friend’s naked body for a moment while he climbed out of bed and stretched, then turned and headed for the kitchen.

"Whatever." Tetsu said as he headed out.  He listened for the shower to turn on as he ambled out to make his own cup.  He wasn’t as addicted as his friend, but he still liked his own cup in the morning.

Izumo stood under the hot spray, letting the water get his blood moving.  The caffeine would pick up shortly thereafter and could finally feel normal.  He’d passed out pretty quickly last night after settling down for TV.  He sighed. He always slept better when Tetsu was next to him.

He shook his head.  He couldn’t think like that.  They were just friends, regardless of the D/s relationship they had and the sometime fuck-buddy thing.  But he could secretly wish his friend never found someone he wanted to be with more.

He sighed as he worked shampoo into his hair.  That was bullshit and he knew it.  He wanted more.  He didn’t know when he’d fallen in love with him.  Tetsu had just always been there.  He’d been a part of his life for so long, Izumo couldn’t really remember a time when he wasn’t. Intellectually, he knew that there were some six years of his life before his best friend, but he remembered very little of it.

No one knew how he felt, least of all Tetsu.  He’d guarded that secret jealously.  And if Izumo had his way, he never would know.  Tetsu didn’t love him that way and it was just easier all around if things didn’t come out in the open.  Their friendship, best or not, would take a major hit and he knew he couldn’t handle that.

He grunted at himself, annoyed.  He always got like that.  When they played, he allowed more of his feelings to come through than he’d show any other time.  In the guise of the Scene, he could tell Tetsu just how much he meant, what he loved and he knew that the other man would only ever take it as it coming from his Sir. He could admit, it was one of the reasons he’d embraced the whole thing so readily. At first.

Since then, he’d come to like his role with Tetsu a lot and he knew that Tetsu loved it, too. Craved it, to a large degree.  Having been so unloved for so long, so unwanted, to know that he was so wanted, struck a chord deep inside Kotetsu.  And that bit inside of him responded to the commands, the need to please and obey, knowing it would be rewarded with the love, the want and the care that his Dom would give him.  The whole thing fed needs for both of them.

He shook his head. He needed to get moving and get his mind refocused.  Maybe it had just been too long since they played.  It wasn’t usually quite this bad, he wasn’t usually this maudlin when they were able to play more often.

He sighed. Now wasn’t the time to worry about it.  He scrubbed off quickly and climbed out, grabbing the towel on his way into the bedroom.  He snatched his Blackberry off the dresser and went over his schedule.  Grateful he had no meetings, he grabbed jeans and one of his favorite t-shirts – the one that made his chest look like Chewbacca with his bandolier -  and sneakers.  He had cabling to do that day anyway and he hated crawling around in khakis.

As he headed out to the living room, his hair finally tamed, he realized he was going to be late. Oh, well.  He stopped, though, when he saw what was on the counter. "Tetsu?"

Kotetsu was already at his computer, clicking through what looked like email.  "Bag has a sandwich and apple.  It’s not much, but we need to stop for groceries after the Dojo tonight.  It’ll at least beat the peanut butter crackers you’ll eat instead." Izumo rolled his eyes. Sometimes it was annoying to be known so well. "And drink something besides coffee today."  This brought a snort from the brunet.  "And don’t forget your bagel."

Izumo looked over to see the round wrapped item next to the bag.  He’d made his breakfast, greeted him with coffee and packed a lunch.  He knew it was just Tetsu’s way of thanking him for the night before, but it never ceased to make him feel good. He grabbed the lunch and bagel and stopped behind him on his way through the living room. "Thank you," he said, quietly, dropping a kiss on top of the black hair. "See you at the Dojo."

"Okay." Izumo paused at the quiet response, but when nothing else was said, he let it go, figuring that if Tetsu had more to say, he’d say it.  He squeezed his friend’s shoulder and headed down the hall. "Bye," was called and he sent one back before heading to work.  But that day it would be his mind that was over-thinking things.

When Kotetsu heard the door slam, he relaxed.  He sighed and rubbed his face hard.  He’d almost called him back, asked him to take the day off, just to be.  They hadn’t taken a vacation in two years, their weekends had been spent doing little more than sleeping and playing their game a bit because they’d both been so exhausted.  He realized that, despite living together, they hadn’t been able to spend much time together.  He missed his friend.

If he’d asked, Zumo would have done it, too. Which is why he didn’t ask. 

He sighed and got up for a rare second cup of coffee.  Being home was going to drive him batshit insane, he was sure of it.

He parked in front of Green Dojo much earlier than he was used to.  He didn’t used to get off of work until five, then fight traffic and finally make it here with just enough time to change out of his work clothes in time for their class.  He turned off the engine, leaving his radio and iPod run while he waited for Izumo. 

He thought back over his day.  He had three phone calls already from different headhunters who wanted to see him.  He had appointments the next day and one on Thursday to get going with them.  So hopefully, he’d have a few options soon.  Aside from the phone calls and a couple of searches, there hadn’t been a lot he could do that day and that, more than having things to do and not doing them, make him even crazier.

It was one thing to avoid doing something. It was another altogether to not have anything to do.  He closed his eyes and laid his head against the seat, trying to clear his mind while Eric Clapton whined about old loves. 

It wasn’t until Satriani had plucked his mournful melody and Staind had sung about the rain in their head that Zumo appeared, knocking on the window.  He grinned before he could temper his reaction, ridiculously happy to see him.  He shook his head at himself as he grabbed his gym bag and climbed out of his Accord.  "Hey." He greeted Zumo, looking him over. 

"Hey."  Izumo smiled, not looking quite as tired as the night before, at least.  The door squeaked on Tetsu’s Accord as he shut it, then he hit the button on his key fob to lock it.  "How was your day?" Izumo asked.

"Productive. Mostly. Yours?" Tetsu asked as they climbed onto the sidewalk.  He pulled open the door to the dojo and waited for Zumo to walk through.

"Not too bad.  I got to crawl around on the floor today.  Had to tear out part of a wall, too."  Zumo chuckled.

"Oh, damn, that must have been fun." He grinned wickedly. "I would have liked to see that."

Izumo snorted. "Perv."

"Yup. I don’t deny it." Tetsu said.  They both waved to Lee who was sitting behind the counter. "Hey, Lee. How’s it going?"

"Hello, Kotetsu, Izumo.  It is going very well for us.  How are you tonight?"  He gave them a Nice Guy Smile.

Tetsu shrugged. "Okay. Looking forward to the workout, honestly."

"Is something wrong, my friend?" Lee asked, concerned.

Tetsu shook his head. "Naw, not really." He shot a warning look at Izumo.  He really didn’t want to get into it. "Thanks for asking, though."

"You are welcome. I will see you in the dojo in a few minutes!"

Izumo and Kotetsu exchanged amused glances.  Lee was nothing, if not earnest. "See you in a few," Izumo said and they passed the counter up and stepped out onto the covered walkway toward the dojo itself.  Neither paid attention to the beautiful garden, they’d seen it so many times that it was little more than background, now.  They headed to the locker room and changed quickly.

They both loved their class, loved the ability to work their muscles, improve their skills.  They’d been taking lessons for quite a long time.  Izumo’s mother had wanted him to start them when he was very young, but Izumo hadn’t been interested.  After that fateful day outside school with the bullies, however, he’d been more open to it. 

But only if Tetsu could go. After asking, cajoling, pleading and downright begging – down on his knees, in fact – he finally got his mother to pay for Kotetsu to go, too and so both boys had been taking lessons for a very long time.  It was as much a way to help keep in shape, as anything, but because of the years of lessons, neither of them was one to go up against in a fight, either.

As evidenced by the bar fight they’d gotten caught up in back in college.  Izumo, drunk, had bumped into someone because he just wasn’t paying attention.  They’d gone to a different bar at the coaxing of one of their classmates, only to discover it was very much not the type of bar they normally frequented.  The… loosely-termed gentleman didn’t take kindly to Izumo’s bump and decided to teach him a lesson.

Unfortunately, the gentleman in question had no idea what he was getting into.  Kotetsu and a now-sober Izumo went back to back immediately, and no one had been able to touch them.  Most of those that had tried only did so because they hadn’t recognized the stance they’d dropped into or the way they held their hands.  The rest had seen and decided to not even try.

They’d dragged their drunk classmate out of the bar and never gone back.  But they’d kept up their lessons.  It was a way to let off steam each week and, despite how over-exuberant Lee and Gai sometimes were, they were fantastic teachers. 

When their time was up, however, they were usually glad to hit the showers.  And tonight was no exception.  Kotetsu’s muscles were protesting so much use after his workout the day before, the session that night and then the class. 

"I have three appointments with headhunters," he told Izumo when they took the two stalls on the end of the bank of showers.  Each stall had a partial wall for privacy, but they were open to the middle of the room.  They both liked the semi-privacy of the end stalls. The middle ones seemed just a little to open and while they had no problems being naked with each other, they weren’t sure they wanted to leave their asses hanging out for the rest of the class to see.

"That’s… good." Izumo said, frowning. "I know how much you hate it."

"Yeah, I do. But there’s not much else I can do, you know?" Kotetsu asked, getting his hair wet.  He squeezed shampoo from his small travel bottle into his hand, then started lathering his hair.

"Yeah, I don’t know of anything else, either." They fell silent for a while, as they scrubbed.  "Well, there can’t be too many computer security specialists looking right now, can there?" Izumo asked as he was rinsing off.

"I have no idea.  I hope not.  And it would seem that someone’s hiring if I’ve got three separate headhunters after me."

"Or maybe you’re just that good." Zumo said, wrapping his towel around him.

"Yeah, right," Kotetsu snorted, as he grabbed his own towel.

"Kotetsu?" Lee called from the other end of the showers, startling the two men.

Tetsu turned around. "Yes, Lee?"

"Did I hear you say you were a computer person?"  The green t-shirt-clad man asked as he caught up to them.

Tetsu blinked and braced himself.  He cleared his throat, "yes."  Here it came. Can you look at my computer?

"There is a problem with the Dojo’s computer." Kotetsu managed to suppress the wince. Barely.  "I have no idea what is wrong with it." Lee continued.  "Do you think you could look at it?"

Kotetsu blinked.  Somehow, he was always the one that got asked that, instead of Izumo. He shot a look at Zumo who was hiding his amusement poorly.  He turned his attention back to Lee.  "Um, sure, but… don’t you have someone to look at it?"

Lee shook his head. "Neither of us is good at computers.  We usually have to take it in to someone to have it fixed.  It would be a great help if you could look at it here."

"Okay, let me… let me get dressed."  He shot another glance at Izumo, who shrugged.

"Thank you so much, Kotetsu! We will forever be in your debt!" He announced and this time Kotetsu did wince.  Lee’s voice was loud as it bounced off of the tile.

"Um, that’s… not necessary. Why don’t I just take a look at it first, okay?"  Kotetsu asked, forcing a smile.

The computer was a mess.  It was so virus-riddled, he had no idea how it was still running at all.  He’d dressed quickly and, after giving Izumo the grocery list, headed out to the front office.

It turned on. It loaded the operating system.  It did very little else.  "Um, this might take me a bit.  How do you connect to the internet?"

Lee pointed to the small black box behind the main computer.  "As far as I know that is how."

"Okay.  Where do you keep your backup discs?"  Lee blinked at him.  Kotetsu resisted the urge to drop his head onto the desk. "Data back up? System discs?"  When all he received in response was a blush and the younger man’s eyes darting away, Kotetsu closed his eyes and cleared his throat.   "Never mind. I’ll… find a way to salvage it."

He took a deep breath and turned back to the computer.

Two hours later, Kotetsu was driving home in a bit of shock. 

As Gai and Lee were locking up the dojo, Kotetsu had finally finished up.  "Okay, it’s clean. It’s running smoothly. You need to do backups of your data and you’ll need to buy a piece of firewall software – that you do not shut off.  I’ve already got a good antivirus program running that should catch most of what comes in.  It’ll even automatically update for you, as long as you don’t turn it off.  That should keep you going for a while."

Both men stared at him blankly. He cleared his throat. "You have to buy a software program. And you need a way to back up your data – customer information? Accounting records?"

"Oh, right," Gai said, he glanced at Lee.  "Do… you have suggestions?"  He asked, turning back to him.

Kotetsu pulled a notepad over to himself and grabbed a pen out of the small plastic cup that was on the counter.  "I can write them down for you. Any major store will have them."  He made a few notes and handed the paper to Lee, who showed it to Gai. 

They both looked like they’d just tried to read a foreign language.  Kotetsu pursed his lips and sighed. "How about this, I’ll pick it up for you and bring it by? I have stuff tomorrow, but I can get it to you on Thursday afternoon."

They’d both jumped at it.  There were cries about friendship and generosity that Tetsu turned off until he stopped seeing their mouths move.  He loved them both, he really did. He’d just learned years ago what to listen to and what to turn off.

Tetsu had the feeling neither man touched the computer any more than they absolutely had to.  He’d gotten the feeling that Lee was the primary user of it, but that didn’t mean much.  It was also a fairly new one for all of its problems.

And now that he was on his way home, he was shaking his head.  They’d insisted that he and Izumo take free lessons for a month for his work, which he tried to tell them was ridiculous, but they insisted they should pay him for the work. When he argued that he didn’t like charging friends, they’d argued back they were friends and that he paid them for lessons which, in the end, he didn’t have an answer for.  Not that he needed the money or free lessons – yet, he corrected to himself, then sighed.  Either way, it was done and he was still a little shocked.

Reminder! This story takes place in Monoshizukanohi which belongs to !  I borrow the universe to play in, which she has graciously allowed. Crossover/canonizing my stuff into her universe is at HER DISCRETION ONLY! Got it?

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Izumo hurried into his bedroom, stripping as he went.  He tossed his clothes into the basket in the corner and yanked open his closet.  He had very little to wear for this – the vast majority of their money went to computer and electronic equipment, geeks through and through, but he had a couple of things.

He dug the hanger out from the back of the closet and pulled the leather pants off of it, laying them down carefully.  The shirt hanging by it came next and he tossed it on the bed before shoving the hangers back.  He paused to take a deep breath and re-center himself.  He needed to keep his head. Tonight was for Tetsu.

He pulled the black leather pants on, and as he did, he felt himself settle further into his role.  They were snug but still had plenty of room to move.  He picked up the shirt – loose, flowing and white with a wide collar.  The material was of a soft silk, had long full sleeves that were gathered at the wrist and it laced up the front with a long velvet ribbon, which he left undone.

He paused in front of the mirror to pull his shoulder-length brown hair back from his eye, clasping it at the nape of his neck with a silver clip – the one Tetsu had given him for Christmas the year before. He preferred to be able to see Tetsu with both eyes when he was like this.  He paused to savor the fluttering in his belly as he thought of the look of bliss that would be on Tetsu’s face in a little while.

Forcing himself to pay attention, he reached under his bed to pull out the long plastic tub where he stored their equipment.  It had been a little while since they’d played. They’d both been under a lot of stress at work, had a lot of days they’d come home angry and one of their hard and fast rules was not to play when they were as messed up as they had been.  But neither of them was angry that night, and while Izumo was tired, he’d happily push that aside for Tetsu.  Especially when he saw how much Tetsu needed to stop thinking for a while.

He pulled the items out he’d need, then closed the lid and shoved it back under the bed.  He laid them out where he’d want them, then grabbed his knee high boots out from the bottom of the closet and stamped his feet into them.  One more check in the mirror, then he picked up a couple of the items from the bed and headed back out towards the living room.

He stopped at the end of the hall when he saw Kotetsu.  He’d grabbed the large cushion off of the couch and it was, very literally, right where he’d been when Izumo left.  He was naked, his knees spread, cock already half-hard, his ass on his heels just like he knew Izumo liked him to be.  His hands rested on his knees and his eyes were aimed at the floor.  Izumo felt his dick thicken in his pants at the sight.  He took one more deep breath, then started the measured walk down the hallway.

He heard the slow steps over the carpet, knew that he’d changed into the boots and was approaching.  His heart was pounding, his throat a little dry.  He licked his lips and the anticipation of waiting for it to start was almost as good as the session itself.  Almost.  Izumo knew he loved this part, the waiting.  What would he do tonight? What would he use?  And he always stretched the walk from his bedroom to where Kotetsu waited as long as he could to let it to build.

When the boots came into his field of vision and stopped in front of him, he bent low and laid a gentle kiss on each one.  "Very good, pet," Izumo purred and Kotetsu felt the shudder run through him at the velvet in the voice. His cock twitched to full hardness almost instantly.

He sat back up slowly and caught a glimpse of the leather pants and white shirt.  God, he loved to see him in that.  He raised his eyes enough to see that the lacing was wide open, showing the bare chest. He lowered them quickly, not wishing to risk punishment yet.  He knew that would happen, anyway, he could never quite help it and he wanted to wait. 

He felt the hand thread through his hair and another shiver went down his spine.  His Sir liked to play with it as another form of tease, dragging things out even further.  His cock twitched again.

The hand trailed down over his shoulder, pausing to trace over the half of their dragon that was on his back.  He had the lower body and tail.  The dragons upper body and head were on Izumo’s back.  It was a long, slender Chinese-style dragon, with a wide flat face and long, snaking tongue.  It had been a graduation gift to each other.

Izumo continued to drag his fingertips over Kotetsu’s skin as he circled the other man.  Kotetsu sat as still as he possibly could, waiting for the next command.  He nearly quivered in anticipation and it was almost too much. “Stand, pet.”

Without hesitation, Kotetsu got to his feet.  He folded his arms behind his back, spread his feet shoulder width and waited.  “Such a good pet,” another purr in his ear.  “Do you like to please me?”

“Yes, Sir,” Kotetsu breathed, another shiver snaking down his spine. 

"What are your safe words, Kotetsu?"  Izumo always made sure Kotetsu remembered them before they got serious.

"Crimson and Sunflower, Sir." He answered immediately, a hitch in his breath. He knew they were starting.

"Very good."  Sir moved back in front of him and paused to place a soft kiss on his face. When he ran his hand down lightly over Kotetu’s cheek, Tetsu fought the tremble.  Then Sir pulled a small strip of leather out of the pocket of his pants and held it up.

“Kiss,” he commanded and Kotetsu leaned his head forward to kiss the strip that would bind his cock and balls and keep him from coming.  Kotetsu’s breathing quickened as Sir carefully wrapped it around him, adjusted it, then snapped it closed.  Kotetsu fought the moan that wanted to release.  One of their rules was that he made no noise unless told otherwise or was spoken to first.  He clenched his jaw a little to hold it in.  This was mostly a concession to their apartment living. 

Izumo’s fingers trailed along his hard length, stopping at the head to run a fingertip through the liquid already dripping steadily from it.  He caught some up and smeared it over the tip, causing Tetsu’s cock to jump and his jaws to clench tighter.  He dug his toes into the carpet to help steady himself.  It felt so good and it took all his willpower to keep from bucking forward.

"Such a good pet." Another purr that went once more to his cock.

Sir pulled his collar next from behind his back, probably tucked in a back pocket and showed it to him. “Kiss.”

Sir held it up and Kotetsu bent toward it, kissing it gently, his eyes darting to Sir’s face, but keeping them from making eye contact.

“You wish to speak, pet?” Izumo asked.

“Yes, Sir. Just to thank you, Sir.”

“Ohhh," Sir laughed with amusement and Kotetsu froze. "Are you trying to kiss up to me, pet?” Izumo asked, raising an eyebrow which Tetsu only saw vaguely out of the corner of his eye. 

“N-no, Sir,” he said, gulping around his suddenly dry throat.

Izumo smirked. “I think you are.  Should I give you swats for that impudence?”

Kotetsu trembled a little.  He really wasn’t trying to misbehave.  But no matter what he said, he was going to get them.  He swallowed thickly. “Yes, Sir.”

He paused to put the collar on first, adjusting and buckling it so that it was snug enough to remind Kotetsu of his position but not too tight.  “Good answer.  Turn, pet. You know how far,” Sir said.

“Yes, Sir.” He took a quarter turn to his right and braced his legs. 

“How many should you get for that, pet?” Sir asked, his hand lightly trailing over Tetsu’s ass, the nails scoring the skin just lightly.

Tetsu struggled with the answer.  Too few and he’d get double whatever Sir was going to give him right there where he couldn’t cry against a gag with it.  Too many and he’d be given all of them anyway… where he didn’t have a gag to cry against.  He swallowed hard. “Five, Sir.”

“Five?” Sir asked and Tetsu caught the bob of his head out of the corner of his eye. “Very well, count them out.”  He said, then he felt the warm sharp sting of his Sir’s hand on his ass. 

“One. Thank you, Sir.” Kotetsu managed, working to maintain his balance and hold in his sound. 

Sir leaned in to his ear. "This is punishiment, too, isn’t it, pet? Not the spanks, no. You like the pain, don’t you? No, the real punishment is not being able to let out the moans from it.  Having to hold in all those beautiful sounds my pet makes, isn’t it?"

Every word washed over him, his body straining towards his Sir, every muscle wanting badly to obey, to please.  His breathing quickened even more and so focused on the barest hint of warmth he could feel from his Sir, the next smack surprised him. He caught himself in time to count it.

Ever mindful of their status in an apartment, Sir kept the next three relatively quick, pausing only to allow Kotetsu to count them out between each swat. When he finished, he dragged his nails across Tetsu’s ass and Tetsu struggled to contain his reaction.  It was barely warm, but Izumo had a good swing when he wanted it.  He also didn’t want to push things before he had a chance to get the gag in place, Tetsu was sure.

“Very good, pet. Now, I’d like to be able to do much more to that beautiful body of yours, pet, but not out here.  Follow,” he ordered and Kotetsu fell into step behind Izumo as they moved into the bedroom.

Izumo was extremely hard. It was so incredible to watch Tetsu struggle with the anticipation, the need to stay silent and the need to obey, to please.  He fought with the decision to pause and have him relieve the ache, but decided against it.  He could hold out, wanted to.

He led Kotetsu to the middle of his bedroom. "Stay." He said simply, watching him for a moment as he struggled for breath.  Then he turned to the top of his small dresser where he’d left the gag. He picked it up it up and turned back to him.  Time to check in again. "Safewords?"

"Crimson and Sunflower, Sir."

"Good. Now, open." He held up the ball and pushed it between Tetsu’s teeth, then went behind to buckle it into place, making sure it was fastened properly, though Tetsu wouldn’t dare spit it out, anyway unless it was a real emergency.  Thus far in their play, they’d never had one. 

When it was in place, he paused to run his hands over Tetsu’s back and chest, small touches that would just make the other man ache for more.  "Are you anxious, pet? Looking forward to the pain?"

Kotetsu nodded once and swallowed around the gag.

"Very good, pet.  Turn around, into position." Izumo picked up the straps and cuffs and moved back over to Kotetsu.  He fastened the cuffs around his wrists, then connected the straps to the hooks in the wall. He’d spread the whole thing over three separate studs to help hold the weight.  The straps went over all three hooks and had just enough leeway for Tetsu to hold them and stay spread and close to the wall. 

He knelt next and wrapped the ankle cuffs around him, connecting each one to the lower hooks.  These went into studs, too, but it wasn’t as necessary since they didn’t hold weight. They were simply to help steady him.  He pushed the large square memory foam pillow they had for this under Tetsu’s stomach.  This helped keep him away from the wall.   They’d learned early on that they couldn’t very well purchase actual furniture for that type of thing – it was way too expensive.  The beds had too much give and neither had corner posts on their beds.  So they’d come up with the wall hooks and pillows.

Izumo paused to run his hands over Tetsu’s ass again, scoring the cheeks with his fingernails one more time.  He loved the tremble, the strain on Tetsu’s face.   It was the only regret at having him up against the wall. Though Tetsu often turned his head toward him, he couldn’t truly walk around him. Ah, well.  BDSM on a budget.

He plucked the small red ball off of the dresser next and pushed it into Tetsu’s left hand.  He knew Tetsu would fight everything in him before dropping the ball.  "Remember, pet, now that the gag is in, you may make noise.  And you know how much I love to hear your noises, don’t you?"

Kotetsu nodded. "You know how much pleasure I get from those noises, don’t you, pet?" Kotetsu’s eyes closed and he nodded again.  Izumo paused to place a soft kiss over his temple, then one on his shoulder. "You’re so beautiful like this, pet."  He whispered into Tetsu’s ear and he watched as Tetsu trembled in reaction.

With one more touch to Tetsu’s ass, he stepped back and picked up the paddle.  It was a fairly simple one, wooden and thin enough to be a little flexible, but not have too much give.  They’d opted to avoid the ones with holes.  Their play sessions were far enough apart that Tetsu’s ass never really got used to the solid paddle they had.

Izumo made a show of walking back toward him with the paddle in his hand.  Tetsu’s head was turned toward him, watching.  He loved the paddle, loved getting spanked, as long as he didn’t have to hold it in.  The real punishment was like he’s said earlier, to be spanked and not gagged, to hold in the sound was very difficult for him.  He held up the paddle, then smiled at the look of naked want on Tetsu’s face.

"How many, do you think, will it take for those beautiful tears to fall?" Kotetsu knew he wasn’t really asking, wasn’t really expecting an answer.  "How many will it take to get the sounds out of you?"  He paced back and forth behind Kotetsu, swinging the paddle almost playfully, but not bringing it any closer. Kotetsu swallowed around the gag again. More anticipation, more waiting.  When the first blow landed, he was always caught off guard, which was the point.

And again, he was.  He fought the sounds, fought giving in.  He always did, yet he didn’t know why.  He battled against the pain at first, every time. He stood stock still, holding tight to the straps, determined to not move.

Sir had learned well how to spank.  Tetsu never knew how many or how fast or how slow.  He always varied it, the strength, the speed.  Sometimes they came in rapid succession, sometimes it was almost slow and leisurely.  He tried to count, but the broken rhythm made it nearly impossible.  His ass was already on fire, it had barely begun.

"Pet? Have you decided not to please me? Do you wish me to be disappointed in you?"  And sure enough, Kotetsu could hear the minor note of disappointment in Sir’s voice.

He sucked in a breath at that, eyes widening. No. No, he didn’t. He shook his head quickly.  No, he wanted to please. Wanted to obey.

A fast, hard blow landed on his ass. "Then why aren’t you making the sounds that you know please me, pet?"

He whimpered low in his throat.

"Not good enough." Sir said, and Kotetsu whimpered again at the quiet anger in his Sir’s voice.

This time when the paddle started falling again, they came fast and furious.  He moved the paddle around, too, higher up, careful to avoid the tailbone but still catching fresh skin, now down to the crease below his cheeks near his legs.  And before he knew it, before he realized what he was doing, he was moving, trying to avoid the paddle, making those sounds that his Sir wanted.  Of course, he couldn’t avoid it, there was nowhere to go.  And the smacks just kept coming.  But why? He thought.  Why had he wanted to? He wanted to make his Sir happy, wanted to obey, do anything he asked.  If his sounds made Sir happy, then he would do them.

And abruptly the spanks stopped. "See?" Sir’s voice crooned at his ear.  "It wasn’t so hard, was it?" He felt a gentle hand on his face and was surprised when he felt wet.  He’d been crying.  His ass throbbed with heat and pain and felt twice its normal size.  His cock was so hard, he was sure it was near purple.  He was panting hard through his nose, trying to breathe.  He whined low in his throat. I’m sorry.

"Shhh. You’re just so beautiful like this to me.  The tears running down, the fight in your face." He whispered. "So beautiful.  And you’ve done so well." He moaned behind the gag, leaning toward his Sir.  "Would you like a reward?"

He responded with a weak nod and another moan.

"Would you like to suck my cock? Feel it slide between your lips?" 

Another moan as he tried to lean a little closer. "That’s my beautiful pet. Hold still," he whispered. Izumo pulled the pillow out first, then opened the cuffs on his ankles and helped him stand. When he was steady on his feet, Izumo unhooked the wrist cuffs from the straps.  He took the little red ball, then paused to rub the tops of his arms and his shoulders.  When he finished, pulled them behind his back and connected the cuffs together.

Then, lastly, he unbuckled the gag, rubbing the sides of Tetsu’s jaw. "So good," he whispered.  He dropped a soft kiss on Tetsu’s lips, then pulled back. "Safe words, pet?"

"Crimson and sunflower, Sir."  He said, working to catch his breath and try to swallow.

"Wonderful." He kissed him again, softly.  "Stay here, pet." Sir said and left the room.  A moment later, he was back with a bottle of water.  He took a drink, then kissed him, letting the water flow into his mouth.  He drank it down gratefully.  His Sir did this twice more and Tetsu realized he could swallow better again. 

"Now pet. Get a pillow and put it on the floor at the end of the bed."  Sir walked over and sat at the end and Kotetsu struggled to carry the pillow with his mouth.  He dropped it at Sir’s feet. "Kneel," he commanded and Tetsu dropped down in front of him. 

"Now, open my pants, pet." He leaned back a little to give him better access.  He’d done this many times before, so when he leaned forward with his teeth and unhooked the button, it was nothing new. He could feel Sir’s cock in his pants, thick and hard for him.  "You feel that, don’t you, pet?" He nodded once before grasping the zipper with his teeth. "That’s because I get so much pleasure watching you, seeing you take the paddle, those beautiful tears on your face."

His breath stuttered out of him, but he managed to finish lowering the zipper.  Sir lifted his hips and helped him pull the snug leather down far enough to release his thick cock, erect and standing in front of him.  He licked his lips.  "Yes, pet. You were so good, suck that cock, pet, feel my dick slide into your mouth."

He opened his mouth, and moved it down over his Sir’s cock, moaning at the taste of it on his tongue. "Oh, fuck, pet that feels good," Sir moaned.  He felt the hands thread through his hair, gripping him as he moved his lips over warm flesh.  He ran his tongue along it as he swallowed it, relaxing his throat muscles as he went. He kept going until he felt it in the back of his throat and swallowed around it. "Fuck, pet oh fuck, yes…" he bucked up into Tetsu’s mouth and he choked on it a little causing more tears.  But he didn’t care, he’d choke all Sir wanted him to, to hear that moan again.

He put a bit of suction into it, knowing well what his Sir liked.  He worked his cock, licking it on his way along its length, playing with the slit when he was almost off, then swallowing it again and sucking.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Pet, oh god, pet, I’m so close…"  He felt the hands tighten in his hair – a warning and he paused. "Do you want my cum in your mouth, pet, or your ass?"

He whined.  He wanted both, but he had to decide. "Ass, Sir, please…fuck me…"

Sir moaned, then sat up. "Turn." Kotetsu scrambled to turn around and felt the cuffs click as they were released.  Two more smaller clicks and they were off completely.   "Undress me," he said, his voice unsteady. 

Kotetsu grasped one boot by the heel and worked it off of Sir’s foot, then set it down.  He did the same with the other, then carefully worked the leather leggings off.  Finally, he lifted the white shirt over his head.  He stopped to fold them both neatly and set them on top of the dresser.  When he finished, he heard the single word. "Bed."

He nearly jumped up onto the bed.  "On your back, pet."

He knew this would rub at his sore ass and make it even more intense.  He settled into the middle of the bed while Sir grabbed a bottle off of the bedside table.  He coated his fingers and, with no preamble, pushed one into him. He gasped at the sudden intrusion, but the moan quickly took its place.

"Fuck, you’re nice and tight, pet."  He fucked him with the finger very briefly, then pulled it back out, adding a second.  He worked him quickly, and Tetsu could see Sir was almost at his own limit.  He worked to relax his own muscles, trying to make it go faster. He wanted him inside so badly and a low whine escaped at the thought.  "No more." Sir pulled at Tetsu’s legs, to settle him more firmly on his back, then started pushing into him. "Oh, fuck pet!" He groaned loudly when he was seated. He paused, panting hard.  He leaned forward, "I want to hear all your lovely sounds, pet.  Let them all out."

"Yes, sir…" he trailed off on a moan when Sir started moving.

It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t soft.  They were both too far gone for that.  It was hard, it was fast, damned near brutal, primal and raw.  "Fuck, Sir, oh god… oh fuck!"

"Yes, pet, that’s it!" His thrusts sped up, he pounded harder, hitting Tetsu’s prostate and words failed him.  His sounds were nearly animalistic as his Sir thrust harder. He raised his legs a little higher, wrapping them around his waist. 

"Oh fuck!"  He was so close, oh god, he needed to come.  He met the other man, thrust for thrust, and he couldn’t stop the ”please" that came out on a whine.

"Please what, pet?" He asked, slowing down just a little bit.

"Oh god, Sir, please… let me… AH!" He stopped when his prostate was hit again.

"Hmm?  Let you what, pet?" He thrust harder, hitting the bundle of nerves exactly. 

"Fuck, oh… Sir…let me… fuck… come… please!"  He was nearly shouting now and he stuffed his fist into his mouth.

Sir pulled it back out again, pinning his hand above his head. "I want to hear those beautiful sounds, remember? Not muffled, not hidden." He started moving a little faster.  He reached between them and gripped the snap from the cock ring. "Are you ready to come, pet?"

"Yes, Sir, oh god, Sir, please…"

"Then come, pet," he said, pulling the snap and releasing the ring. 

Tetsu’s world reduced to a two things.  His cock and his ass.  He only vaguely registered the wordless scream he released as his orgasm hit him.  He was fairly certain he heard Sir call his name when he reached his own climax, though he couldn’t be absolutely sure.  Because the only things he was truly aware of was that his prostate was hit dead on again and his cock felt like it was exploding.  His balls ached as they pumped out stream after stream of cum and still the orgasm went on.  He felt it spread from his cock through his groin, snake up his back and fly through the rest of his nerves.

And then he blacked out.

When he came to, he felt soothing hands rubbing cream onto his ass.  His chest was wet where he’d been bathed down and he was laying on the sheet instead of on top of the comforter.  "Hi." Izumo said, smiling as he leaned over.  He brushed a stray lock of ebony hair out of his face.

He rolled and gasped when his sore ass came in contact with fabric.  He grinned. "Hi."

Izumo leaned down and kissed him.  Just a slow, soft one.  It was asking if he was okay, if he was happy.  He returned it, putting his assurances into it.  They’d talk about the Scene later, but not yet.  Now was a time to come down off of it and just remember why they were close, why they were best friends and why it worked so well between them.

When they broke apart, he smiled. "Still want that Chinese?"

Kotetsu chuckled. "I’m not sure I’m up to sitting at the table."  He paused to think. "At least without a couple… dozen pillows."

Izumo laughed.  "We can eat here. Stay put. I’ll order and be right back." He dropped another kiss on him and left.

He glanced at the clock and realized they’d been in the Scene for quite a long time.  He knew why Zumo had done it and it was another reason why he was lucky in his best friend.  And he found that he was still coming down off of the scene enough that he couldn’t seriously think about much. He closed his eyes for just a moment, listening to the cadence of Zumo’s voice as he ordered the sweet and sour chicken and dragon rolls for them. He had no idea he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke next, Izumo was laying next to him, just watching him sleep.  Tetsu reached out and dragged the other man toward him and they snuggled together. "How long was I out?"

Izumo smiled. "Not long. Food should be here soon."

Kotetsu licked his lips and swallowed, clearing his dry throat. "Thank you."

Izumo raised an eyebrow. "For ordering the food?"

But Tetsu shook his head. "No.  You were tired and yet you put that aside to do this for me.  Thank you."

His friend smiled. "You’re welcome."  The doorbell rang then and Zumo got up, snatching his robe off of the back of the door on his way to answer it. 

Tetsu sat up gingerly, managing to wiggle into place enough that he wouldn’t choke on his food and laid his head back against the headboard.  He’d feel the burn of that for at least another day, maybe two.  And every time he did, he’d probably grin. He chuckled, thinking back.

They’d discovered their mutual interest in that type of play just a couple of years ago.  They really were only ‘sometime’ fuck buddies, but on one such occasion between boyfriends, Izumo had smacked Tetsu’s ass in frustration and Kotetsu had responded… beautifully.  They’d experimented a bit more that night, discovering fairly quickly that while Tetsu like to take it, he didn’t like giving it so much, which worked just fine for Zumo because he wasn’t too great at taking things.

After that, they’d done what any good geek did. They researched.  They scoured the internet, read books (surreptitiously at the book store) and watched porn (some good and a lot bad).  Because they were good geeks, the found plenty about the safe, sane and consensual side of BDSM and learned that there was definitely a right way and a wrong way to go about it. 

It would have been nice if they had someone they could talk to about it and possibly learn from, but they weren’t quite ready to pay to go to a club.  When they’d looked, the only one that they’d found relatively close, apparently had a bit of a bad reputation, anyway, at least in comments they found on the internet. So, they decided Haze wasn’t worth it. 

Instead, they taught themselves.  They’d done that in a lot in other areas, why not there?  It was probably not as easy to learn that way, but it, at least, was safe.  They knew each other, trusted each other implicitly.

And it had worked out, more or less.  Zumo had spent a long time researching what it was to be a Dom.  He’s read book after book, had a list of websites a mile long in his browser of everything from how to dress and what kind of equipment to use to the safety aspects of it including safe words and aftercare.  Kotetsu had had no idea just how much was involved with being a Dom compared to being a sub.  And when he did, it had floored him just how much Izumo had learned so he could be his Dom.

He was still amazed at it, if he let himself think about it too much.  His best friend was a fucking amazing person.  He glanced up when he came in carrying the bag of food.  "Are you okay to sit up?"

He waved it off. "I’ll be fine.  Need food now."

Izumo laughed and he watched the brown eyes light up when he did.  He blinked at himself. Where had that come from?  They weren’t in the Scene anymore, so it wasn’t that.  But when Zumo stared at him with a question in his eyes, he just shook his head to clear it. "Sorry, must be tired."

Izumo looked him over, knowing better. The man sometimes knew him better than he knew himself.  It could be unnerving at times, but he supposed that it worked the other way around, too.  But whatever Zumo saw, he let go.  They settled in to eat, over nice light conversation about Zumo’s job, the game they played, that sort of thing.  Zumo didn’t ask about the job hunt and Tetsu didn’t bring it up.  Later on, they cuddled together like they liked to do after a scene and watched TV on Izumo’s smaller screen in the bedroom.  Somewhere along the way, they both fell asleep together.

Reminder! This story takes place in Monoshizukanohi which belongs to !  I borrow the universe to play in, which she has graciously allowed. Crossover/canonizing my stuff into her universe is/was at HER DISCRETION ONLY! Got it?

Please also remember that you should definitely read  Altering Affection, Undercurrent and at least Rhythm & Bruise Part IV before you read this so that you get all the references.  Thanks!

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Kotetsu leaned against the kitchen counter, sucking orange juice straight from the carton.  He stared morosely into nothingness, trying to simply not think.  Not an easy feat on the best of days and that day was anything but.

It was Monday morning and his best friend, roommate and sometimes fuck buddy was on his way to work.  As Kotetsu should be.  But no, he’d gotten fed up on Friday after three years of bullshit and told his boss to go suck himself in very colorful language.

* * *

Friday morning.

"Look, Kotetsu, I don’t know how the data was stolen. But you’re in charge of our computer security.  It’s your job."

Kotetsu held onto his patience very, very carefully, but the hold was tenuous, at best and fading fast.  "I can’t force everyone in the company to follow the security protocols I put into place.  Especially the idiot VPs who think it’s okay to shut down any damned thing running on their laptops any time they feel like it.  Or worse yet, the salesmen who think it’s just fine to loan their laptops to customers.  Am I supposed to be there to keep them from doing that?"

"Can’t you lock them down?"

Kotetsu pinched the bridge of his nose.  "From what? From the salesmen themselves? Am I supposed to make it so they can’t use them, too?"

"Well… what about a password?"

He had no idea how an idiot like this was ever put in charge of their IT department.  No, that wasn’t true. He did know.  He was fairly certain he’d fucked his way into the job.  The man had been giving him lewd looks since it was discovered that he was gay.  He’d kept it fairly quiet, for the simple fact that his personal life was none of their damned business.  But he’d been having a bad day and Izumo had come over at lunch to comfort him and they’d been caught kissing in the stairwell.  Fucking office rumor mill. 

He took a deep breath, trying again to scrabble around for some sort of calm.  "The laptops already have passwords on them.  If the salesmen unlock the damned machine, there’s nothing I can do.  It’s called physical security.  You know? The thing that everyone’s so fucking worried about here? Why we fucking get patted down going in and out of the fucking building?"

His boss stared at him, his mouth hanging open, but no sound came out.  He blinked a few times, then apparently realized he was gaping and snapped it closed.  "So what are you going to do about this?"

Kotetsu blinked at him.  "Do? What am I going to do? This isn’t something I can do anything about! One of your salesmen gave his fucking laptop to a customer. A laptop that had not only his customer’s information on it, but the information for all of Kirigakure Insurance’s customers.  The damage is done!  The best you can hope for is to get the data back, extract some kind of contract from the costumer for silence and apologize profusely to every goddamned customer that was affected!"

His boss drew himself up, well, the best he could in his ridiculously large leather office chair.  The man was short and bald, with a bad attempt at a mustache and small, mean eyes.  "I would appreciate it if you would watch your language, Mr. Hagane.  This is a professional office.  When you’ve come up with a plan for how to salvage this situation, please bring it back to me.  In the mean time, you are dismissed."

Kotetsu gaped at the man, his own jaw nearly hitting the floor this time. "Plan? I just told you the only thing you can possibly do."

"That is not a viable option.  We must not let our customers know what has happened and we can’t risk angering the customer that has the data.  There must be some other way to handle this," he insisted.

"Fuck the customer.  He should be lucky he doesn’t get thrown in jail." Kotetsu blinked, shaking his head.

"That also is not a viable option. You caused this mess, I expect you to clean it up." He turned his attention to his computer screen in dismissal and Kotetsu had enough.

He leaned across the desk and grabbed the weasel by the ridiculously awful lime-green polyester tie.  "I will not clean up this mess. It’s not mine to clean up.  In fact, while you’re cleaning up this mess that your salesman created, you can find yourself another computer security specialist.  And in the mean time, you can curl into a little ball and stick the tiny little dick I know you have into your own mouth and suck it.  Or better yet, go get sucked or fucked by the salesman who caused this because it’s the only motherfucking thing you’re going to be able to get for a very long time."

He spun around on his heel then and stalked down the hallway to his office.  He snatched up the anime figures he had on a shelf, the picture of him and Izumo at their high school graduation and left everything else.  He’d spent nearly ten minutes fighting with security over his personal thumb drive until he finally convinced them to check it where, of course, they found nothing but his personal damned mp3s. 

After a terse text to Izumo that he’d quit and he’d explain more later, he drove around the city aimlessly in his beat up Accord until he’d nearly run out of gas.  He’d filled up the tank, kept driving and found himself later in one of the parking lots set up to overlook the bay, contemplating what he’d done.  There was a chance the company might even come after him for their fuck up, but he really hoped not.  With any luck, someone higher up with brains will realize there’s no way they could really pin it on him and do what they needed to do. He stayed there for quite a while, watching the sun start to descend, but after the fourth frantic text from Izumo, he finally gave up and went home.

By that point, all he’d wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget the whole damned day.  It had been a stupid thing to do.  Even if the economy wasn’t as bad in Monoshizukanohi as it was in other cities or countries, computer security specialists weren’t exactly the most high-demand job.  People found a good one and held on to them.  Usually.

But instead of crawling into bed, Izumo had insisted that holing up in his room wasn’t the answer.  He’d pulled out their club clothes – tight well-faded jeans, the snug button-down, sleeveless shirts they both liked, left open on both ends so that there were only a few buttons holding it closed and the half boots.  He’d replaced the retainers in his nose, ears and eyebrows with the silver loops he liked and even grudgingly wore the chain Izumo had given him for his birthday.

Then Izumo had dragged him out to Bliss, the large cathedral-style club high on the hill and Kotetsu had to admit, he was glad for it.  They’d spent the evening dancing, the pounding beats and heavy base from the music helping to clear his head.  They’d lucked into it being one of the nights that the redhead was spinning, so it was even better, the music shifting with the mood of the crowd.

He’d gotten nice and worked up with enough alcohol in his system to flatten most people. He’d always been able to hold it well.  Then he’d spent the night rubbing up against his best friend’s body, the other bodies pressing in from other sides, the heat of the dance floor closing in, and the atmosphere of the gothic cathedral all working together to make him plenty fucking horny.  At one point, they’d damned near fucked right here in the middle of the crowd.

They’d just barely managed to escape to the garden outside the club before he was on his knees, Izumo’s cock in his mouth.  He’d taken his own dick into his hands and started stroking quickly, the taste of his friend making it go even faster.  Neither of them had lasted long, and it was only because there were plenty of other "fucks" and "goddamns" being heard throughout the cool evening air that they went unnoticed. 

Till all was said and done, he’d managed to not think about much at all until the following morning.

* * *

Kotetsu shook his head.  So much for not thinking.  He stowed the half-empty carton back into the refrigerator and left the kitchen.  He headed into the spare bedroom of their apartment that had been set up for exercise and working out.  Geeks they may be, but they both insisted on staying in shape, too.

It wasn’t a large room, but it was equipped well enough for the two for them.  A heavy punching bag was hung in one corner, weights were along another wall, a stereo system set up on a small set of shelves and not much else.  Space was more important than décor for them.

He flipped the stereo on and switched from WKDS – he hated morning radio – to the iPod dock.  He flipped through his playlists until he found the hard one he liked for his workouts.  Slipknot came thumping through the speakers and he started his short warm up.  Right after it switched to Disturbed, he was into his pushups and starting to feel a little better.  By the time Godsmack took over the player, he’d finished his sit ups, had the gloves on and was beating the shit out of an imaginary ex-boss.

Somewhere in the middle of Linkin Park, he stepped back.  He could feel the workout throughout his body, his muscles singing, his hands still reverberating from the thuds.  Sweat coated his skin and he was feeling great physically, with the added bonus that he’d stopped thinking for a while.  Evanescence helped him cool down, then he flipped the stereo off and headed for the shower, stripping out of his pajama pants along the way.

Unfortunately, the clear mind didn’t last. As the hot spray pounded onto his skin, he started thinking about the prospect of job hunting.  He hated it with a passion.  He hated trying to sell himself, hated trying to word his resume just right or write his cover letters so they caught the right person’s attention.  There was a reason he was a geek. He liked machines, he liked computers, he liked the anonymity of them. 

Izumo was the same way.  He wanted his networks, switches, hubs and cabling.  He wanted his servers and his computer screens.  Oh, they could deal with people.  They weren’t completely socially inept.  But most people were simply too much for them to want to deal with.

After he scrubbed off, he shut off the water and stepped out, snatching the towel off of the bar next to him.  He had about six months worth of his half of the bills in savings he could rely on, but he knew that if he didn’t start job hunting right away, it would only get harder the longer he waited.  Sighing into the towel, he dried himself off, then wandered into his bedroom, dug a pair of sweatpants out of his dresser and tugged them on.

He had to start and he had to do it that day.  Giving in to one more sigh, he stopped long enough to get himself a cup of coffee, then settled in at his desk.  It was a large L-shape connected to Izumo’s identical one in mirror image at the other end.  Their main computers sat on the short portion of the L with their personal servers in between.  His end of the desk had three monitors.  Two for his main computer and a third with a switch box that led to their servers.

The main monitor was a large twenty four inch screen.  He bumped the mouse to wake it up and realized it’d probably been way too long since he rebooted.  He’d worry about it later, there were other things to think about right then, even if he didn’t want to.  He double clicked on the orange and blue icon to start his browser and paused to look over the current headlines.  When nothing caught his attention, he loaded his Gmail and scanned it for anything interesting.

Izumo was checking in and he fired off a reply at him to stop worrying, that he’d be just fine.  He doubted he’d believe him.  The rest of it could happily go into the trash and that’s where he sent it.  He stopped to check his web comics, loaded Facebook and read a few status updates, then forced himself to just close the damned thing down.  He was stalling and he knew it.

Taking a deep breath, he dug through his file system until he found his old resume, eventually having to go into their backups to find it.  He opened it up and grimaced. It was a mess and was going to take more time than he wanted to put into it to update it. 

He stared at the line of logos under his name.  One of the reasons he hated job hunting was that he didn’t actually have a college degree.  He had a two year degree from the community college in town, but he’d never finished his bachelor’s.  He had nearly ten years in the industry, more certifications than most human beings had a right to, but not the actual degree.  And because of that, he often got turned down out of hand.  It was intensely frustrating.

He finally forced himself to work through the thing piece by piece and managed to put together something reasonably resembling a current resume.  He started his web browser again, updated his job site listings including Monster and a few others, uploaded the new resume and set up the new job alerts. There wasn’t anything currently listed, but that didn’t mean much.  Half of the game was finding the right headhunter to pick him up and submit to the companies for him.

He sighed and closed the window.  Sitting back, he rubbed his eyes as he contemplated his options.  There really wasn’t much else he could do.  But the thought of going back into yet another company with the same pile of office politics, inept bosses and bullshit policies made his skin crawl.

He glanced at the clock. It was nearly one and he hadn’t eaten yet.  Fuck it. He’d done enough for one day.  After slapping together a sandwich, he sat back down and double-clicked on the little gold ring icon on his desktop.  He needed to kill shit.

* * *

Izumo coaxed his ancient Toyota into the parking spot next to Tetsu’s Accord and shut off the engine. He was exhausted.  He got into a fight with the IT director again, was given another project to work with the database developer, who he hated with a passion, and had been forced to sit through no less than three completely useless meetings in the afternoon.  All he wanted to do was eat something and go kill something. Not necessarily in that order.

He dragged himself out of the car and locked it, tossing his bag over his shoulder.  He trudged up the steps, giving a half-hearted wave at their elderly neighbor who was out on her balcony in little more than a nightgown, watering nearly dead plants.  She smiled a wide toothless smile and waved back.

He finally made it to the apartment door on the third floor.  He slammed the door deliberately so Kotetsu would know he was home, then kicked off his shoes, hung his keys up and shed his jacket.  He hung it in the closet, then headed down the hall.

Their living room wasn’t all that big, but they didn’t much care.  Half of it was taken up with their computer desks, stuffed next to each other and covering one entire wall.  Opposite them was the large flat screen TV and entertainment center, complete with all three major gaming consoles, home theater system and large collection of movies and games.  In front of the TV, between it and their desks was the one piece of furniture they’d spent any real money on – their couch.  They’d had more than a few friends crash with them and they’d finally broken down and bought a decent one for them to sleep on. 

It had certainly come in handy a few times when they’d decided to fuck there in the living room, too.  Izumo shook his head and turned his attention to Tetsu.  He had his headphones on, there was a battle going on screen, one hand was on the keyboard and the other was on the mouse. "No, goddammit! He was…fuck.  What do you mean you’re out of power? That’s not what I see!  Just…send in the pet. Fine.  Look, we’re in the bottom of fucking Moria. You can’t fuck around like that!" 

Izumo leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and watched the battle.  There were way too many for Tetsu’s group, he could see that from there. "GODDAMMIT!" Tetsu shouted, ripping his headphones off and throwing them onto the desk.

"Pick up group?" Izumo asked.

Tetsu spun around, and Izumo glanced over Tetsu’s shoulder to see his character’s corpse laying on the ground.  "Yeah. Why do I get into them again?"

Izumo shook his head. "I don’t know.  They’re not usually that bad in Middle Earth, though, are they?"

"No, which is why I was so pissed."  He sighed.  "Must be the daytime players."

"Want to order in tonight?" Izumo asked, crossing the room to stand next to his friend.

"Chinese?"  Tetsu looked up hopefully and Izumo laughed.

"Sure. If we can order from the place that does the sushi, too."

"Done!" Tetsu said, grinning and snatching at the menu he kept pinned to the small bulletin board over his desk.  "How was your day?"  He asked, looking over the menu.

Izumo sighed. "Long. Meetings all damned afternoon. I hate meetings. I hate people.  And, um, don’t you have to deal with your group?" He asked, pointing at the screen.

Kotetsu shook his head "No, I dropped it.  I should port back though." He turned back to the computer and clicked a few things.  His corpse revived back to life, the pretty green swirls surrounded him and the loading screen came up, complete with a twenty-four inch version of a spider.  Izumo shuddered and looked away.

Instead, Izumo turned to inspect his friend.  He could tell something was bubbling down there, and knew it was very likely the old job, the new job hunt and the frustration he was likely feeling over it.  Tetsu always thought too much, spent way too much mental energy worrying about things.

"Did you work out today?" He asked, giving in and playing with a bit of the shaggy ebony hair. 

"Yeah." Tetsu said, and that one syllable told Izumo enough.  That while the workout may have done some, it most certainly wasn’t enough.  He knew Tetsu would have gotten started on what he had to do, would have done what he felt he needed to, and hated every second of it.  He was likely worried about money and not looking forward to working for another bullshit company with bullshit politics and bullshit people.

He knew his friend well.

They’d been friends for as long as he could remember.  Young kids, at least.  He didn’t know exactly when he’d first met the other man, but Tetsu had just always been there.

Kotetsu spun back around in his chair and surprised Izumo.  He wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist and pulled him in, burying his face in Izumo’s stomach.  "Tetsu?"

It’s not that they never hugged or touched.  They did, quite often in fact for two people who weren’t committed lovers, but this was… different. 

"Sorry. Just…" he didn’t continue, just shook his head a little.  At a loss for what to do, Izumo wrapped his arms around his friend. 

They stayed that way for just a few minutes, then Kotetsu pulled back. "I’m sorry. Just over thinking things today." He peered up at Izumo. "And you’re tired.  Let’s get dinner ordered.  Want to play for a while?"

Izumo considered him for a moment.  As much as he wanted to log in and play, too, he knew that Kotetsu’s current state of mind was not conducive to making any kind of progress in the game.  They’d end up dying more than once, then they’d get frustrated over it.  Death in this game was relatively painless, but it was still annoying and inconvenient.  Which would only serve to make things worse.

Maybe what he needed was another kind altogether.   "Maybe. Maybe what you need is a different kind of play, tonight." Izumo watched Kotetsu’s eyes.  His pupils expanded just a bit, his breathing quickened. "Would you like that, pet?"

"Yes, Sir." Kotetsu answered, quietly, his eyes dropping away. 

Izumo’s own breath quickened and he worked to get a hold of himself.  "Very well, pet.  Strip, get a pillow and get on your knees. Wait here for me."

"Yes, Sir." Kotetsu answered and as Izumo stepped away, he hurried to obey.

I want to first extend my thanks to her for allowing me to play in her world.  My Naruto babies (Izumo and Kotetsu) have been having a blast there.  That said, she has gone way beyond my hopes for this and liked it enough to consider it part of Monoshizukanohi canon! *flails and dies*  

ALL of the Changes works (and I’ll outline them below, updating the entry with links as I get them posted) happen in Monoshizukanohi and they all exist there.

My story, Changes, happens concurrently with ‘s Rhythm & Bruise (or, at least, somewhere in there).  As such, it is much better if you’ve read Altering Affection, Undercurrents, and at least Part IV of Rhythm & Bruise before you read Changes.  While it can be read without them, there are references you’ll get easier if you do.

For Points of Interest in Monoshizukanohi, please Go Here.  There is also an FAQ, as well as Darkprism’s AFF Page, My AFF Page (with the whole story in one place) and the Y!Gallery Club dedicated to Monoshizukanohi with all of my Mono stories, as well as Darkprism’s work and a boatload of art to go with it.