(Fic) On Patrol
(Fic) On Patrol
Warnings: PWP, straight out pornz. More than twosome. Because Suz asked for a Ko-sandwich. I had to oblige. Haven't-written-for-so-long badness, crappy porn. Totally Suz's fault.
Kotetsu was tired, tired enough that his yawn made him shake as he climbed the tree up to the small watch station. "Mmmm, 'zumo, 's your turn..." he started, and stopped.
Because the answering moan was not because Izumo was reluctant to get out of his bedroll. Or rather, it was, but for completely unrelated reasons.
Izumo stopepd molesting the long slim neck under him, just enough so he could look back over his shoulder, face dark with arousal and just a hint of guilt. "Hey, Ko," he said.
"Izu.. that's..." Kotetsu stammered, pointing, eyes wide.
Itachi yanked at Izumo's hair, growling. "Don't stop." His red eyes flicked to Kotetsu, and Kotetsu flinched automatically. "And you, stop staring. Unless you're going to join in."
Kotetsu's mouth opened and shut, without a word dropping free. Itachi's eyes narrowed, and he sat up, on one elbow, long black hair spilling down in an inky fall.
"Right, go get him."
Izumo jerked, and got up, and while his face was somewhat apologetic, Kotetsu's gaze couldn't help dropping to down below Izumo's waist, which more than adequately explained his somewhat limping gait.
"Erk," Kotetsu said, and was suddenly pinned to the wall, Izumo's mouth on his, Izumo's very sizeable arousal grinding against him.
It couldn't be very comfortable, not against his rough uniform pants, Kotetsu thought, distantly, and apparently Izumo had the same thought, because hands started yanking his pants open and down.
"Izu," he started again, when Izumo broke away to breathe, but then his own breath caught, because Izumo had gotten his pants open, and now was teasing Kotetsu out of his boxers and ... "Oh fuck!" He bucked up, hitting his head against the wall, the tiny shelter reverberating with the force, as Izumo took him into his mouth.
His hot, wet, oh gods it was so good, mouth.
Izumo hummed, and the vibrations went to Kotetsu's head, shredding any rational thought.
Dammit, he was young, barely out of his teens, and horny. Hell, his wet dreams usually consisted of Izumo, his mouth, and Kotetsu's cock. How could you blame him?
"Hmmm," purred a deep voice, behind his ear, and Kotetsu jumped, bucking against Izumo's mouth. Izumo barely resisted, taking him in fully, all the way to the hilt, and Kotetsu's thoughts scattered again.
"You are so exquistely responsive," that dark, velvety voice murmured thoughtfully, fingers tapping up his hip, his sides, and Kotetsu shivered, suddenly realising that there was a body between him and the wall. How had Itachi moved so fast?
"I-itachi..." He started, but then Izumo swallowed around him, and Kotetsu groaned, melting against Itachi's warm, hard chest, and Izumo pushed forward, pushing his hips back, back and Itachi pressed up, and honestly Kotetsu ought to be worried about the hardness nudging him between the legs, but there were teeth on his earlobe, and Izumo was doing amazing things with his throat, his hot wet bobbing mouth, and he couldn't even think to protest.
"Interesting, how you both look together," Itachi murmured, idly, each word carefully chosen still despite his tone, if anything Kotetsu knew about the Uchiha bore out. Kotetsu shored up some strength to say something, but Izumo did something with his tongue, fingers pressing against his balls, and Kotetsu arched, hard, hands clutching at Izumo's hair.
"So very wanton." Itachi's voice was drily amused,and only the gods knew what he thought, because Kotetsu sure as hell didn't, and there was a slick finger pressing against him, into him, making him cry out with a strangled voice, Izumo's mouth almost, but not quite, distracting him.
"F-fuck...!"
"Indeed." Another finger, shifting, pressing, and Kotetsu should protest this, he should, because Itachi was younger than they were, and ANBU besides, it was just wrong, but Itachi's fingers stroked up, clever and knowing, and he was a genius, remember? Electrical pleasure-pain sparked, all but blinding him from the stimulation Izumo was giving him, and he gasped, spasming a little around Itachi's fingers.
There was a dry chuckle, and a third finger, and again, the sharp, distracting pleasure-pain shot up him and left him bucking, panting and clutching at Izumo's hair.
"Shit," Kotetsu gasped, shaking his head, trying to blink hair out of his eyes. Izumo pulled off him with a wet pop, gasping for breath. Kotetsu whimpered at the loss, shivering slightly.
"'tachi?" Izumo said, voice a tad rough.
"Mmm." Itachi shifted and what was pressing against him was most certainly not fingers anymore, and he arched, trembling, as Itachi pushed in.
Izumo only waited till Itachi was fully seated, Kotetsu trembling and gasping, impaled, before sucking Kotetsu back into his mouth.
Before Kotetsu could do more than take a breath to cry out, Itachi started moving, his movements terribly sharp and precise, strong thrusts of his hips driving Kotetsu into Izumo, as if Itachi had every intention of fucking Izumo's mouth through Kotetsu.
And Izumo just took it, easily, and it drove Kotetsu insane, hot wet suction on him, tight, almost painful friction filling him, driving into him with sparks of electric heat in irregular intervals that had to be on purpose, because Itachi was a fucking genius, he could hit that spot every time if he actually wanted. And obviously he wanted to drive Kotetsu crazy.
"Gah, 'tachi!" Kotetsu managed, bucking wildly into Izumo, and Itachi hissed in his ear, fingers digging into his hips, holding him immobile as he thrust into him. "Tachi!"
And gods help him, Izumo was purring, or else he was humming some cursed song because the vibrations were at odds with the irregular thrusts hammering into him, and any sort of control Kotetsu had left on his body was rapidly disintegrating, and he screamed as Itachi pounded him into Izumo, all but blacking out.
When he came to,Itachi was gone, leaving him slumped against the wall, pants still around his knees, while Izumo was yanking on his uniform.
"You should get some sleep," Izumo said, quietly, zipping up his vest. "need a wash cloth to clean up?"
".... yeah," Kotetsu said, groggily, and caught the cloth before it hit him in the face. "Urgh. I don't think I can get up. What..." he hesitated a little, trying not to think about the twinge in his spine. "What was that... about?" And is it going to happen again?
"'s whatever you want it to be," Izumo said, neat and presentable again, and walked past Kotetsu to drop off the platform. Before he actually did, however, he snatched an impish kiss from Kotetsu's lips. "We'll talk when you can think longer'n two words, 'kay?"
Then izumo dropped off to the ground and Kotetsu was alone.
Warnings: PWP, straight out pornz. More than twosome. Because Suz asked for a Ko-sandwich. I had to oblige. Haven't-written-for-so-long badness, crappy porn. Totally Suz's fault.
Kotetsu was tired, tired enough that his yawn made him shake as he climbed the tree up to the small watch station. "Mmmm, 'zumo, 's your turn..." he started, and stopped.
Because the answering moan was not because Izumo was reluctant to get out of his bedroll. Or rather, it was, but for completely unrelated reasons.
Izumo stopepd molesting the long slim neck under him, just enough so he could look back over his shoulder, face dark with arousal and just a hint of guilt. "Hey, Ko," he said.
"Izu.. that's..." Kotetsu stammered, pointing, eyes wide.
Itachi yanked at Izumo's hair, growling. "Don't stop." His red eyes flicked to Kotetsu, and Kotetsu flinched automatically. "And you, stop staring. Unless you're going to join in."
Kotetsu's mouth opened and shut, without a word dropping free. Itachi's eyes narrowed, and he sat up, on one elbow, long black hair spilling down in an inky fall.
"Right, go get him."
Izumo jerked, and got up, and while his face was somewhat apologetic, Kotetsu's gaze couldn't help dropping to down below Izumo's waist, which more than adequately explained his somewhat limping gait.
"Erk," Kotetsu said, and was suddenly pinned to the wall, Izumo's mouth on his, Izumo's very sizeable arousal grinding against him.
It couldn't be very comfortable, not against his rough uniform pants, Kotetsu thought, distantly, and apparently Izumo had the same thought, because hands started yanking his pants open and down.
"Izu," he started again, when Izumo broke away to breathe, but then his own breath caught, because Izumo had gotten his pants open, and now was teasing Kotetsu out of his boxers and ... "Oh fuck!" He bucked up, hitting his head against the wall, the tiny shelter reverberating with the force, as Izumo took him into his mouth.
His hot, wet, oh gods it was so good, mouth.
Izumo hummed, and the vibrations went to Kotetsu's head, shredding any rational thought.
Dammit, he was young, barely out of his teens, and horny. Hell, his wet dreams usually consisted of Izumo, his mouth, and Kotetsu's cock. How could you blame him?
"Hmmm," purred a deep voice, behind his ear, and Kotetsu jumped, bucking against Izumo's mouth. Izumo barely resisted, taking him in fully, all the way to the hilt, and Kotetsu's thoughts scattered again.
"You are so exquistely responsive," that dark, velvety voice murmured thoughtfully, fingers tapping up his hip, his sides, and Kotetsu shivered, suddenly realising that there was a body between him and the wall. How had Itachi moved so fast?
"I-itachi..." He started, but then Izumo swallowed around him, and Kotetsu groaned, melting against Itachi's warm, hard chest, and Izumo pushed forward, pushing his hips back, back and Itachi pressed up, and honestly Kotetsu ought to be worried about the hardness nudging him between the legs, but there were teeth on his earlobe, and Izumo was doing amazing things with his throat, his hot wet bobbing mouth, and he couldn't even think to protest.
"Interesting, how you both look together," Itachi murmured, idly, each word carefully chosen still despite his tone, if anything Kotetsu knew about the Uchiha bore out. Kotetsu shored up some strength to say something, but Izumo did something with his tongue, fingers pressing against his balls, and Kotetsu arched, hard, hands clutching at Izumo's hair.
"So very wanton." Itachi's voice was drily amused,and only the gods knew what he thought, because Kotetsu sure as hell didn't, and there was a slick finger pressing against him, into him, making him cry out with a strangled voice, Izumo's mouth almost, but not quite, distracting him.
"F-fuck...!"
"Indeed." Another finger, shifting, pressing, and Kotetsu should protest this, he should, because Itachi was younger than they were, and ANBU besides, it was just wrong, but Itachi's fingers stroked up, clever and knowing, and he was a genius, remember? Electrical pleasure-pain sparked, all but blinding him from the stimulation Izumo was giving him, and he gasped, spasming a little around Itachi's fingers.
There was a dry chuckle, and a third finger, and again, the sharp, distracting pleasure-pain shot up him and left him bucking, panting and clutching at Izumo's hair.
"Shit," Kotetsu gasped, shaking his head, trying to blink hair out of his eyes. Izumo pulled off him with a wet pop, gasping for breath. Kotetsu whimpered at the loss, shivering slightly.
"'tachi?" Izumo said, voice a tad rough.
"Mmm." Itachi shifted and what was pressing against him was most certainly not fingers anymore, and he arched, trembling, as Itachi pushed in.
Izumo only waited till Itachi was fully seated, Kotetsu trembling and gasping, impaled, before sucking Kotetsu back into his mouth.
Before Kotetsu could do more than take a breath to cry out, Itachi started moving, his movements terribly sharp and precise, strong thrusts of his hips driving Kotetsu into Izumo, as if Itachi had every intention of fucking Izumo's mouth through Kotetsu.
And Izumo just took it, easily, and it drove Kotetsu insane, hot wet suction on him, tight, almost painful friction filling him, driving into him with sparks of electric heat in irregular intervals that had to be on purpose, because Itachi was a fucking genius, he could hit that spot every time if he actually wanted. And obviously he wanted to drive Kotetsu crazy.
"Gah, 'tachi!" Kotetsu managed, bucking wildly into Izumo, and Itachi hissed in his ear, fingers digging into his hips, holding him immobile as he thrust into him. "Tachi!"
And gods help him, Izumo was purring, or else he was humming some cursed song because the vibrations were at odds with the irregular thrusts hammering into him, and any sort of control Kotetsu had left on his body was rapidly disintegrating, and he screamed as Itachi pounded him into Izumo, all but blacking out.
When he came to,Itachi was gone, leaving him slumped against the wall, pants still around his knees, while Izumo was yanking on his uniform.
"You should get some sleep," Izumo said, quietly, zipping up his vest. "need a wash cloth to clean up?"
".... yeah," Kotetsu said, groggily, and caught the cloth before it hit him in the face. "Urgh. I don't think I can get up. What..." he hesitated a little, trying not to think about the twinge in his spine. "What was that... about?" And is it going to happen again?
"'s whatever you want it to be," Izumo said, neat and presentable again, and walked past Kotetsu to drop off the platform. Before he actually did, however, he snatched an impish kiss from Kotetsu's lips. "We'll talk when you can think longer'n two words, 'kay?"
Then izumo dropped off to the ground and Kotetsu was alone.