Once a Wizard, Always a Shinobi Ch 10
Rating:: M (to be safe)
Warnings:: Slash/shounen ai (maybe YAOI), Het, blood and stuff, non-con (though I'll warn you so you can skip), mentions of underage (I guess) HarryOC (OC dies so don’t get in a twist) ShuraHaku (yes, he WILL be a HE)
Diclaimer:: I own it in the same way Napolean is only pretending to be dead.
Note:: Alrighty!! This chapter has STRONG SHOUNEN AI!!! The original chapter has Yaoi in it, but I took that part out here and posted it on my LJ. To get the link for that, go to my profile and clickity-click on my home page. I will later have all the risque chapters and their links listed in my profile seperately, but since the only story currently on my LJ is this one it will have to wait. ENJOY!!
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Koishi had made chûnin while Shura was away. He was also in charge of a genin team as all the jyônin, once they had a student make chûnin, were being sent on missions to prove Konoha wasn’t weak after the Kyuubi attack. No matter that that had taken place almost an entire year ago.
The pair of them still met up at their clearing to practice with kikai, but now they also practiced at training ground four when it came to anything else. Shura took a break from his constant intake of knowledge to take better care of his little brother, who was still calling him mommy, so when Koishi made jyônin before him, two years after the mission to sand, he wasn’t that surprised.
What did surprise him, however, was the slow changes in Koishi’s behavior. He still stopped by Shura’s house every chance he got, just as Shura went over to his house as often as possible so Kiba could play with Shino, but there was something different about the Aburame’s visits now; something more. Almost like there was something Shura should have guessed, but just couldn’t figure out. The fuzzy sensation that Shura got in the pit of his stomach every time Koishi stopped by wasn’t helping him figure it out either.
Shura hadn’t ever had his hair cut more than a few centimeters, so now he wore it in a high tail braided in dozens of little braids. Koishi had commented on how much he liked the hairstyle, but Shura didn’t think that was the reason for the fuzzy feeling. Maybe it was the things Koishi brought with him whenever he stopped by now? There was always a gift for Shura, to make up for how long his latest mission had been Koishi said, and usually something for Kiba too.
It started simple with a new set of kunai, some senbon to slip into his ass length braids. Then it began to get a bit more personal as first a new shirt to replace the one burned during a mission was left on his windowsill, then a book on Cerberus dogs found its way onto his book case. He’d been researching that particular breed for some time and this book was the most complete he’d come across so far.
When flowers, candy, and even stuffed animals replaced the more practical things he finally mentioned it to Hana. She stared at him for several long seconds before bursting into laughter “Oh! Our little Shura-chan is growing up!” snicker snort “He’ll have a partner of his own soon enough!!” She wasn’t able to speak for a long time after that because every time she looked at him she’d start laughing.
Koishi was properly unhappy with her attitude when Shura went over to his house to complain to him. Koishi had to leave for a mission not long after that though, so Shura was going to visit him since he’d gotten back last night. A five year old Kiba was chattering up at him about all the things he was going to do with his best friend Shino while Akamaru trotted along beside a still teenaged Doku.
The dog was to big for Shura to carry around everywhere now and that made the twelve year old a little sad. He missed the small puppy that slept in his coat when it was cold. Bandages were wrapped loosely around Shura’s arms and upper chest to hide the kikai holes. Koishi had warned him not to let anyone know about them after he’d nearly revealed the secret during a training session when he‘d wanted to take off his shirt because it was hot.
He could see why his friend wouldn’t want it getting out that Shura had the ability to use the main weapon of two of Konoha’s more powerful families, but the bandages made it so he couldn’t really get a tan. The wall of kikai that protected the Aburame compound parted for them “I don’t want you getting Shino into to much trouble, okay pup? Hajime-sama has already threatened to lock you up in his closet if you don’t behave.”
Kiba squeaked in alarm at this and Shura held in a grin. Koishi’s older brother had had to raise Shino on his own for the past two years. His wife was killed in an ambush while on a mission to the cloud village. No one was sure who did it, but Shura always did everything he could to make it easier on his friend. Kiba was enough of a handful without bringing others into his mischief after all.
The two Inuzuka separated, Doku going with Kiba, and Shura made his way to Koishi’s house. The sixteen year old wasn’t there to greet him at the door as usual. Instead his mother sent Shura down the hall. This was an immediate warning sign as the Aburame always met him at the door unless he was injured, sleeping, or ill.
A groan floated out of the room as he approached and Shura figured Koishi was probably injured. He didn’t complain unless something hurt terribly so it must be bad.
Being as quiet as he could, Shura slid into the room and closed the door behind him. A small screen hid the main room from view so he glanced around it to see if Koishi was asleep. He didn’t want to disturb his friends rest if that were the case. What green eyes found was enough to shut down the teens brain entirely.
Leaning against a mound of pillows, legs spread, pants gone, was Koishi. The older teen had a hand on his stiff cock while the other fingered his hole, slipping in occasionally. The red eyes were closed in pleasure as the normally spiky hair stuck to Koishi’s forehead. “Ah, Shu-Shura, AH!” His name coming from those lips caught Shura’s breath in his throat.
The Inuzuka felt himself tighten in his pants as he watched the erotic display before him. “Shurachi! Please, ah! Harder, more, please!” The calls and pleas pushed at Shura’s resistance. He wasn’t sure how long he could stay away with Koishi so desperate for him to do something. He saw Koishi bite his lip to keep a loud scream from escaping as something pleasurable raced through him.
Obviously his friend wasn’t so far gone as to risk alerting his mother to what was being done. The lithe body arched up and it was to much for the Inuzuka to take. The scent of sex, the sound of heavy breathing, all of it was mixing in his mind to trigger his instinct to mate. He needed Koishi right then almost as much as he needed to breath.
Six quick steps to the futon and he was pinching the tip of Koishi’s dick to prevent him from ejaculating. Blood red eyes opened in shock before chapped lips were silencing his questions. Koishi whimpered as the smaller body stretched out on top of him. A hard something was pressing against his stomach while cold cotton dragged over his cock.
The kiss broke “Sh-Shura? What are you-Nnnn.” The red eyes were wide as they watched Shura flick his tongue over the tip of Koishi’s aching erection.
Shurachi’s eyes were so dark they were nearly black “This is why you’ve been sending me things? You were courting me Koishi?” The question was accompanied by a long lick up the underside of Koishi’s cock. He was unable to make any coherent words so he just nodded. Shura growled quietly, the sound sending a new thrill through the bug user “Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have been angry.”
Red eyes stared into half lidded green “Shura, I’m sorry! Just…please!” He panted as cold air was blown over his swollen flesh “I need you!” Koishi whined lowly, remembering the sound from one of the female dogs when she’d gone into heat. He was pleased to hear the answering growl from the boy above him. Deciding that was a good enough answer, Shura stood up to remove his pants. Koishi took this the wrong way and cried out piteously “Don’t go!”
Amusement flickered in green eyes as he let his pants drop and Koishi gasped. He was endowed well enough that he didn’t ever have to feel embarrassed. “Who said anything about going anywhere Koishi?” His shirt was next and once he was totally naked he settled atop the Aburame again. Lotion was pressed into his hand and he used it to slick himself up.
Koishi groaned as Shura’s thick cock slid into him. He was momentarily glad he’d already been stretching himself when the other found him before he was lost in a wave of pleasure.
Shura was biting his lip to keep himself in control. Koishi was so tight, so warm! His ass seemed to clutch greedily at him and he was all to happy to oblige the desperate body; slowly.
His lover cried out and he stopped moving to make sure Koishi was okay. Strong legs wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper so he figured the Aburame couldn’t be in to much pain. Once seated fully inside the other, Shura let himself breath. He was holding a pale hip tightly while his other arm was planted next to Koishi’s head to keep him from collapsing atop his lover.
Fingernails dug into his back suddenly and the hip he was gripping so hard rocked against him. “Move Shurachi, buchooouuu.” The moaned word caused fire to rush through his veins. It had never been so incredibly pleasing before and he didn’t even have time to wonder where Koishi had learned his nickname before he was thrusting hard and deep.
The cries became louder and louder until Shura crushed their mouths together again to keep from being heard. His tongue flicked in and out in the opposite rhythm of his cock. He wanted to be inside of Koishi in some way at all times. Pale hips rocked up to meet his slightly darker ones, rough bandages scratched against both their nipples.
It wasn’t long before Koishi was squeezing around him and only three thrusts later Shura was stiffening above the screaming Aburame. “SHURACHIIII!” He thrust reflexively a few more times, his body riding out the orgasm, before collapsing atop his best friend.
Both of them were breathing heavily and Shura could feel a hand running through his hair. It must have come loose from its tail at the base of his neck sometime during that whole thing; the thick sheet was sticking to his back and thighs.
Groaning slightly, he moved to pull out of Koishi. This was quickly halted by the legs around him tightening “We have to get cleaned up Koishi. Your screaming was loud enough to wake the dead.” Koishi protested, but let Shura pull out of him. One last squeeze to the soft cock was nearly enough to change Shura’s mind. “Mizu: Heiwa no Taki no Jutsu.” (Water: Cascade of Peace)
A small trickle of water shot from Shura’s mouth to soak the cloth all Inuzuka’s carried to save their sensitive noses from overload. He used that to wipe the semen from both of them “Ano, Shurachi-kun?” Shura looked up from where he’d been cleaning himself off with a frown. It had been a long time since Koishi had called him Shurachi-kun.
The Aburame was bright red and refused to meet his eyes “G-gomen Shurachi-kun. I know what smell and sound do to you.” He bit his lip and Shura realized with a start that the other was nervous Shura would be mad at him. “I, well I knew you were there. My kikai warned me when you came in and I couldn’t help wanting you.”
The blush darkened and Shura took a deep breath. With a sly smile he slid up to rest his head next to Koishi’s on the pillow “Ne, Shi-chan, your room smells really good right now. Like heat and sweat and sex…” He trailed off to bring his lips inches away from Koishi’s “And us. I think I like that smell the most.” He pressed their lips together and Koishi was so startled he didn’t respond for a very long time.
When he did though, they stayed spread on the futon, side by side, kissing until the squeal of children coming towards the house with excited barking pulled them apart. Shura rolled away and pulled on his clothes “Come on lover, time to face the brats.” Shura pulled a face like it was the worst imaginable punishment ever conceived.
Both of them took some time to sort out Shura’s hair before leaving the room. They made it into the kitchen just as Kiba and Shino burst in. They rushed to hide behind the two teens as Hajime followed close after. He paused at the sight of his younger brother and couldn’t help the knowing smile from spreading over his face. Koishi’s face reddened and he sunk a little into his coat, Shura just smirked back at the older brother.
As if to prove his claim, he growled slightly. Hajime’s smile widened into a grin while Kiba squealed and moved to hide behind Shino instead of his brother. Whenever mommy growled like that someone was going to be attacked. It didn’t matter if it was a fun attack or a scary attack. The five year old was understandably puzzled when Shura just moved to call Doku away from a cloud of kikai.
Both dogs bounded over excitedly, barking about things they’d seen or people that had petted them. Kiba was especially excited to hear that Akamaru had made a new friend among the small number of animals that roamed the compound. “Mommy? Can we stay here for dinner?! Hajime-nii says he doesn’t mind so long as it’s okay with you!”
The smirk turned amused as green eyes glanced at a sheepish looking Hajime. The man couldn’t cook worth a damn and often invited people over that he knew would cook for him. If that didn’t work he’d send Shino off to eat at his grandmothers while he ate whatever leftovers he could find. It was kind of cute when he thought about it long enough.
“Hai, we can stay for dinner. Go play and we’ll call you when dinner is ready.” The children, or rather Kiba, crowed in triumph and Kiba dragged Shino back outside with him. “You, my dearest Hajime-nii, are going to learn to cook something today or I’m going to carve out your kikai with a rusty shuriken.” The two Aburame men were slightly freaked out by how happy that thought made Shura.
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