Naruto Fanfiction // Lessons in Living // Chapter 14
Title: Lessons in Living: Chapter 14 - Together at Last
Series: Monoshizukanohi//Naruto AU
Author: Darkprism
Genre: Drama/Romance/Kink
Rating: Overall Mature
Pairing: Tenzou & Sai and other men in my Monoshizukanohi 'verse
Word Count: Ongoing
Warnings/Notes: THIS chapter: language, D/s, Daddy kink, anal, threesome, double penetration, etc.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Summary: A year ago, Tenzou lost the only man he ever loved, and the only man he believes he ever will love. So when an artistic prodigy many years Tenzou's junior enters his life with determined demands for love, play, and safe harbor, Tenzou is forced to face his past, remember his promises, and challenge his presumption that forever after is final.
Rain.
He was outside and rain was falling in splashes on his bare back. Warm. Wet. Soothing. Soft.
Wait... that's not right.
Tenzou opened his eyes to the gloom of his bedroom at night. This was his bed; his sheets, well-worn over the years. He'd shoved his pillow to one side, his cheek against the mattress. Pressure covered his lower half, heavier than blankets.
And warm. So very warm.
Alive.
Gasping, Tenzou fisted the sheet when a hot tongue glided down his spine. The rain had been kisses; presses from heated lips. The pressure was a body, straddling his and making indentations in the bed around him. The slide of skin across his was electrifying. Hair tickled. Stubble dragged. Teeth gently caught flesh near his hipbone.
"I'm hungry, Daddy."
Tenzou moaned into the bed, breath hot against his own face. He knew that voice. He knew those hands, cupping his ass cheeks. He grew hard against the bed, rocking into it, while those lips teased... teased. And then formed words...
"My ass still hurts every time I move or sit, Daddy."
Tenzou's breath caught.
"You did that. You did that to me, Daddy. With these hands..."
Tenzou didn't fight it when his hands were repositioned at the small of his back and held in place. Warm suction pulled temptingly at his index finger, middle finger, thumb.
"And it's time for some of your own medicine, isn't it?" Teeth grazed his wrist.
The weight on the bed shifted. He spoke directly in Tenzou's ear.
"I think you want to be held down and rimmed and fucked." Tenzou groaned at volume, rutting in earnest. "Mm. I think I want that for you, too. And I think you'll let him do it. Because you'll do anything for us, won't you Daddy?"
Tenzou went still. He felt a chill; like something so cold it seemed hot, like muscle balm - that odd warm-then-cool play across tender spots. Or ice packs, at first freezing and then burning skin as the nerves overloaded. The sensation was everywhere - around him, along his back, in his mouth, in his ear...
Moving inside him: pushing past his rim and questing deeper. Slowly.
Pressing around his cock. Tightly.
Tenzou couldn't find air. Couldn't find sense. He yanked against the hold on his wrists and discovered there was no hold at all. He slapped his palms on the bed and shoved himself upright, lower half still on the bed. He blinked down at the mattress, at the damp spots of drool. He wiped at his chin.
He'd been dreaming.
Hadn't he?
A cool wind caressed his skin. He felt gentle pressure along the rim of his ear. He heard a faint, faint chuckle.
Tenzou sat up all the way and whirled. The lights were off, but the curtains were open, night flooding the room in a gray-blue glow. The covers were lumped at the bottom of the bed, dragging the floor, and the bed was empty. Instead of finding Sai next to him, where Tenzou was sure he had last seen his lover, Sai was not in the bed at all.
He was curled up in a chair against the far wall, hugging his knees to his chest. He wore pajama bottoms and nothing else. His toes looked horribly vulnerable, peeking out from beneath the cuffs of his pants.
Tenzou started to speak, and the cold-hot pressed against his back. He forgot how to breathe. He felt arms, kisses, hard cock rocking against him.
And then it was gone - as though the sensation had never been there at all.
"He's... he's... " Tenzou couldn't form all the words, his voice a strangled whisper. But Sai understood. He nodded.
Tenzou swallowed on a dry throat. "And he... that was him, who woke me up?"
Another nod.
"Not you."
This time, Sai shook his head.
"You've been over there the whole time?"
This time Sai didn’t nod. His gaze was fixed on a spot near the bed, to Tenzou's right.
"You can see him," Tenzou said. He didn't need it confirmed. He remembered his conversation with Iruka, who had postulated that Sai's behavior may have been guided. "You can hear him, too, can't you?"
"Yes," Sai replied softly.
"This isn't a dream," Tenzou said, not quite a question. He held his face in his hands. His heart hammered, and he was so aroused and confused he was nearly nauseated.
"No more than the times you went to see him in his studio," Sai said. "Where the bed still is. No more than when he made your phone ring. When he caused the storm in the house. When he's knocked things down. When he's held you while you slept and you actually rested."
A shocking sob threatened to escape Tenzou. He began to shake like he suffered from a hunger so great it ate at him from the inside out. So when the cool-hot struck him again, he let it push him over. Faintly, he thought he heard Jack speak, and he wanted to fight the idea that Jack was there, could talk, could communicate; could touch and feel and turn him on. But Tenzou also wanted to fall deeply into that reality and never come back.
All the times he'd felt Jack's presence, all Tenzou could feel was guilt for being alive, pain that Jack was no longer there, longing for what they'd had, and a rage-fueled, unending sadness that it'd been taken away. He'd never gotten rid of anything of Jack's, for fear that what little comfort Jack's ghostly visits gave him would fade or change or simply vanish. He'd never tried to enjoy the sensation of Jack's phantasm because fear and hope and grief had drowned him.
But this was different. His guilt was an echo, his pain was dulled by the days, weeks, months with Sai, and this longing was another shade, a deeper stain: red and gold, pulsing hot and cold.
A hand - Sai's - wrapped around his ankle. Sai stood at the edge of the mattress. He looked to Tenzou's left and then met Tenzou's eyes. "He says he wants you to roll over. Let us finish what he started."
Tenzou struggled and sat upright. "You can hear him all the time?"
"I can," Sai said, simply.
"How?" Tenzou asked, helpless with tears threatening to well in his eyes.
Sai shook his head. "I've always been able to hear what other people ignore or avoid or don't know how to understand. I can hear color. I know what stories paints want to tell. I listen when ideas want to have form. Jack isn't all that different from a painting that wants to come to life. So I can hear him."
"And you've been... talking to him... this whole..." Tenzou couldn't finish because he felt Jack against him again, like a furnace blast in the middle of a blizzard along his entire back.
"He's helped me understand you," Sai said, crawling onto the bed between Tenzou's legs. "And he understands me. He helped me when I worried I wouldn't be good enough at this, at you, at us. He explained things, showed me pictures in my mind. He told me about your ears. How I was allowed to kiss them because he couldn't do it right anymore. He told me how to get you off fast with my mouth when I was scared I wouldn't do it well." Sai's eyes flickered, and he tipped his head. "He says you've been double-teamed from the start."
"Ha," Tenzou coughed the half-laugh, unbelieving and yet a complete convert.
"But that Sai - me, I'm Sai," he chuckled, hands over his heart. "It's also just been me. It's been honest between us. It's mostly been just us. Sometimes Jack... highlighted the picture. Deepened the shadow. Intensified the light."
"Yeah," Tenzou agreed, and he understood. The time he'd spent with Sai, the planning and playing - that was real and only for them. Jack had merely filled in the gaps. Helped in ways similar to when he'd been alive and they'd had a third for a while; a Scene partner or live-in house boy or just someone they both liked, even loved, for a while.
"He says the rules you had could be our rules. Or we can make our own, but that we should stop talking and I should undress you now." Sai tugged Tenzou's briefs off and down. "That I should remind you sleeping naked makes this easier." Sai's mouth tugged into a smile before his face transformed into a mask of pure greed. "That I should help you move." Sai pushed Tenzou down on the bed, and Tenzou went willingly. He turned onto his belly at Sai's urging. He tucked his legs under his body when Sai's hands pulled at his hips.
And as Sai's hands caressed his skin, Tenzou dove deeply into his own mind. He asked the part of himself that was resisting the idea that Jack could both be there and not be there at the same time to please stop fighting; to stop holding on to old, rusted pain. Even if it hurt later, Sai was with him, now. He could do this, even if it was only for this one night.
One last time.
Please. God, if you're there... Please.
"Oh..." The voice, the one Tenzou knew like he knew the sound of his own rattling around his skull, blew through the room and caressed Tenzou. "Kiss me, honey," Jack said, white-hot-cold against Tenzou's lips. "I've missed you, too."
Tenzou closed his eyes and felt Jack's mouth and tongue and hands, not in any one place, but everywhere. They were cold-hot, whereas Sai's touch was solid, temperate, and weightier. Sai's mouth was wetter against the base of Tenzou's spine, and the pressure of his tongue and teeth against the rim of Tenzou's asshole was real and sent shudders through Tenzou; shoved moans from the depths of his lungs.
"Like this..." Jack said to Sai, showing him what Tenzou liked because the words wouldn't form for Tenzou; he couldn't find the will to do anything but feel and fall. And while Jack demonstrated, whispered all the secrets of Tenzou's body into Sai's ear, Jack simultaneously was kissing Tenzou's throat. Tenzou didn't bother sorting sensation from physics. Especially not when he felt that cold-hot heat slide over the tip of his dick and down to his base, when cold-hot hands tugged his balls, when he started rocking into Jack's semi-corporal body as Sai's mouth and tongue darted into his own very corporal, very needy one.
"Oh...God..." Tenzou moaned.
"Fingers," Jack murmured by Tenzou's ear, but it was Sai who complied. Slippery digits pushed past Tenzou's rim and inside him, and he choked on his own continual cries.
"Fuck, Daddy. Fuck." Sai's tone was drenched in lust and heat and wonder, and Tenzou had a moment when he thought he would come, knew it was inevitable, but then the cold-hot that was Jack vanished from everywhere but his mouth.
Kisses, kisses, and at the same time, Tenzou heard Sai and Jack.
"Need to be in him," Sai said: teeth clenched. The smell of men and sweat and sex. "Tenzou, need...want... can I?"
"Please... Sai..." Tenzou begged.
"Beautiful, isn't he?" Jack whispered. "Tell him..."
"Daddy," Sai said, bending across Tenzou's back and pressing kisses to the base of Tenzou's neck and across his shoulder. His dick was an iron bar between Tenzou's ass cheeks, not in him but against him, and he started to reach for Sai only to have his arms caught and held by Jack.
"Love you," Sai murmured as he licked sweat from Tenzou's skin. "Need you. Want you."
Tenzou forgot to breathe. His pulse thudded in his ears. He rode waves of desire, suspended on their crest, until Sai began to push into his body as he began to sink once again into Jack's. With his arms pinned - held by cold-hot, unforgiving fists - he felt drawn and stretched over the yawning pit of his own need, and sounds broke across his tongue. He cried out, into Jack's mouth; he cried out against the bed; he cried out for more, and still it was so slow. Careful. Sure. Cautious.
Tenzou cursed the air black.
"Take it like he gives it, lover," Jack said, smug and wicked.
The burn as Sai found depth and rhythm stole what was left of Tenzou's resistance. The stinging ache kept orgasm at bay as Sai fucked deeply into him and he into Jack; as they found a pace and a drive that grew frenetic. Sai's cries rattled, wet and moaning from his lungs; a hymn to this consummation at long damned last.
On the brink again all too soon, Tenzou tried to call out a warning, but it stuck in his throat as he felt that cold-hot at his entrance, separate from the thickness that was Sai's cock buried in him. Sai called out in surprise, and then he laughed.
Tenzou didn't understand all that was happening until he felt an extra width inside him, expanding. Sai's laughter morphed into a low groan as a rod of cold-hot joined Sai's flesh inside Tenzou, and yet still that same cold-hot heat surrounded his own cock; stroked along it, wrung around it. In him and on him, Jack's form began moving at different paces, and Tenzou's muscle wound tighter, tighter, until he thought he'd harden into steel.
"Oh, oh, fuck, yes," Sai said in time to his strokes. To their strokes, pushing and pulling. All at once, Tenzou's body eased, relaxed, moved into the sensation. Eyes wet and throat dry, Tenzou felt split, spread wide and cracked open. Pleasure poured in, laced with sweet overstim and edged with the ripe pain of too-much-too-good.
Tenzou keened a curse, voice pitched higher and higher, as it went on and on, until he could take no more. Sai's desperate calls urged him on and on-
"Yes, Daddy, fuck... yes..."
-until his body buckled, thrashed and end game screamed through him, white-hot and overwhelming. Tenzou came with Jack pulsing around him, in him; with Sai's hands everywhere, body slamming into Tenzou's, and Sai's cock still thrusting, pushing, seeking, pounding. Tenzou's vision whited out. Weak cries escaped him, and when Sai finally stilled with a gasp, Tenzou sank onto the bed, Sai on top of him, quaking.
"Perfect, lover," Jack whispered, and the cold-hot sensation evaporated. Tenzou felt sweat pooling between his skin and Sai's, on top of him. Sai's cock began to soften, and he withdrew, rolling to one side. The sudden loss of contact sent chills racing along Tenzou's body. He reached and found Sai's hand. Their fingers laced together and their eyes met, as Sai gasped to control his breathing, spent.
"Love you, too," Tenzou rumbled, and Sai's sated grin lit up the room and all the corners of Tenzou's heart.
~*~
Author's Note:
I contemplated adding, "Does it actually count as double penetration if one cock is less than corporal?" as a warning on this one, but I'd hate to ruint he surprise.
:D
And I make zero apologies for any semi-magical leaps in this chapter. These boys are based on MAGICAL NINJAS. Also, I'm fairly certain that one can be an amplifier for supernatural activities in the occult world. Though, to be completely fair, I'm not sure anybody tries this while getting it on. BUT MAYBE THEY SHOULD.
Ahem.
Also - because these chapters ARE ending on sweet notes (d'awww... so weird for me), just wanted to say that we still have FOUR chapters left. So hang in there, kids. We're about to learn more about what Sai's been up to...
Much love and ALL the ghost sex,
<3Dee
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