Naruto was getting tired of falling just short of his mark. Upon efforts to retrieve Sasuke, Naruto had not only failed, but Sasuke had, quite frankly, kicked his ass. Again.
Not one for admitting defeat, Naruto set out to train harder, work harder, instinctively harsher in his training. His kage bunshin no jutsu was a great help in that. A member of the Akatsuki, an individual affiliated with Sasuke's target, was Naruto's test to see his growth. He succeeded so that it seriously injured him in his victory. As such, he set to work with his amazingly intelligent plan, to capture Uchiha, Itachi and to lure his nemesis to him with his brother.
He'd grown up quite a bit.
No longer the scrawny little boy who would consume nothing but ramen, Naruto had developed marvelously. Hidden by his thick jacket and his reluctance take it off was a muscular trunk, with a swirly curse seal and muscles that rippled deliciously with every step he made. While his hair was ever unchanging in it's messy state, It was thicker and softer than it had been. His intelligence had developed as well, blossoming in the absence of mindless competition and put downs. As he was hardly a genius, Naruto was forced to study extremely hard and his choice of study was at the entire discretion of the ever perverted Jiriya. Everything from forbidden jutsu to Icha Icha Paradise was fair game and the boy was well versed in his mentors idea of romance.
Perhaps that was what brought the problem out. His lack of interest in disruptions of busty women eager to please, or blushing virgins turned seductresses. Once, Jiriya had sent him into a brothel with orders to loose his virginity and leave his pick well satisfied. It turned out to be a disaster for him. He had nervously selected a shy, small girl who looked sweet and understanding, with hopes of some form of the pleasure Jiriya had sworn would come. He had been led to an indoor bathing room with dark stone forming the hot water steaming in a small, but deep pool in the center of the room. Discreetly to the side was the usual set of facets, soaps and stools for scrubbing away any dirt, and so, taking the hint, Naruto washed his body down. Clean, he had no idea of what to do. As such he went to sit and dangle his feet into the water of the pool. Naruto lay his head back, carefully and closed his eyes. For a moment nothing happened, but then a warmth closed upon his slack member. Eyes opening in surprise, there was the small girl he had selected, providing him with the service he had paid her for. He waited for something to happen, anything, but nothing did. She kept trying, at different angles or harder suction but nothing aroused him. Finally he pushed her off and left.
Jiriya waited happily outside, ready to congratulate him. "How was she, hm? Did you make her scream your name or was she quiet?" Waiting frantically for an answer, the perverted author was sorely disappointed with the silence he received. He sighed, and shook his head. 'He'll figure something out.'
He could care less about women sexually. From his lack of comprehension of Jiriya's senseless description of a woman to his shamelessness in developing a jutsu to be one, he was completely uninterested in them as lovers.
His fate in this matter was sealed by a night out in a grungy bar, where the smoke hung in the air tenting the light blue and welcoming the stench of sweat and desire. It was the kind of place where any pleasure could be sought and found for any price. There the shinobi of Konoha chose to preoccupy themselves from the nightmares, chose to keep the newest torture from catching up to them in their sleep. In such a seedy place Naruto found himself in and as he sat and waited for something to happen, a familiar face caught his eye.
There at a table was Kamizuka Izumo looking expectant. He was watching the entrance as if at any moment of time something exhilarating would walk through those splinter riddled doors and make his day. Naruto found with some fascination, he was not disappointed. In walked one very aggressive and very attractive Hagane Kotetsu, who spotted his friend and was quite contented to stalk over to the table and slouch into the booth seat across from his now blushing companion. After several minutes of conversation, Naruto lost interest in his visual entertainment, finished his glass of shochou and left. As he stood he glanced, one last time at the table that was occupied by the chuunin, and was surprised to see, that even though they had been there for such a short time, they were gone. With a sigh Naruto slipped through the doors and wandered out into the night.
Walking away from the bar, he heard the most peculiar noises. Similar to those of someone getting beaten up, actually. As such, seeing as Naruto is, well. . . Naruto, he heroically followed the noises to the alley way where he was met by a most fascinating site. At first he could not comprehend anything other than a mass clumped together in a union of motion and sound. As his eyes adjusted to the alley light, it was apparent it was more than that.
Kotetsu was leaned against the cold, grimy brick wall of a building, his head tilted to the starless sky, his face contorted into lines of the most intense passion. Moans and ragged gasps for air fell from his lips propelled by his unsteady lungs. His chest heaved and his hips quivered, with his arms drawn around a figure kneeling before him, hands twisted and pulling at the locks attached to a tender scalp. Before him knelt Izumo, lips sensually teasing his hard, begging member. Gently, afraid of hurting his lover, Izumo lapped the glistening cream from the head of his cock. With long motions he ran his tongue across the underside of Kotetsu's length, and then without any further preamble, took him completely into his mouth.
Naruto had forgotten he was watching something he probably shouldn't in favor of modesty, but oh how breath taking it was. The dominance oozing from Kotetsu, and mischievousness of Izumo, and his teasing foreplay. Naruto, although not entirely sure why, knew the rules to the game, and knew Kotetsu would need to reward his dark haired uke, if he pleased him enough. Suddenly, a throb starting deep within him, traveled to his own member, and caused it to pulsate from desire. Izumo was taking Kotetsu deeply now, and the quick bobbing of his head was assisted by Kotetsu's hands, pulling him faster, harder. Then it was as though Kotetsu was falling in place.
His lips parted slightly and a whimper was torn from them. He tightened his hands around Izumo's hair gently, letting the man do as he pleased. His hips were erratically thrusting and Izumo, preoccupied as he may be, was smiling, as much as one can with one's mouth around an orgasming penis.
Finally Kotetsu sagged, a little bit, and Izumo stood and tentatively pressed his lips against Kotetsu's temple, and, after dragging his lips to his lover's ear, whispered something Naruto could not make out. Kotetsu smiled and suddenly turned to look Naruto in the eye, humor and pleasure obvious.
"Enjoy the show, did we?"
Ignoring his erection, and any thought of pleasure, Naruto fled into the night.
Kotetsu turned back to his partner, and after a moment of staring deeply into each other's eyes, they started laughing. Kotetsu dropped his head onto his boyfriend's neck, and murmured quietly, "I think we should continue this somewhere less open, ne?"
"Hai"