It was late when I finished writing this. It's not the most spectacular *cough* scene if you compare it to others, but its a first attempt. That, and it was...hmm...different to write. next chapter will be shorter.

This chapter is rated M.

Briskly, Kotetsu pushed his partner off of him enough to gush out a string of words.

'Don't...don't fuck with me Iz...' he stammered lightly, vainly trying to cover himself up despite being shrouded in inky blackness.

'Tsk tsk, Tets. You know that foreplay comes first.' Izumo chuckled. 'That comes next, buddy.'

'This is a cruel joke if you're toying with me...'

He yelped loudly, a pain on his collar bone where Izumo's teeth had nipped him swiftly and deeply. Tears sprang up into his eyes; of joy or fear he wasn't certain of. Inside, he was battling whether to succumb to the excitment of it all or run and lock himself away and pray that this all ended. Hell, he'd even settle for a nightmare if it was one.

Izumo's long fringe tickled as he dipped his head to brush his lips lightly over Kotetsu's neck, relishing in the goosebumps that flared up over the trembling chūnin's skin.

'I'm not playing.' He breathed into his ear, teasing a small shaky gulp of air out of the other man.

'Why are you doing this to me?' Kotetsu gasped, his knees shaking as he was flattened yet again to the wall, his palms sweating onto the wooden slats as his fingers tried to find something to latch on to.

'Its simple.' Izumo implied, sliding his hand into Kotetsu's shirt smoothly, like he had done this every day since he could walk.

'You want to know how I feel don't you? Well, I feel like fucking you a bit. Simple.'

Kotetsu's breath came in rasps. He was fighting a losing battle to dominate over the enjoyment he was getting from this. Arousal flared up in his abdomen and he squeezed his eyes shut, knowing full well that he was very much erect, without the fact that it was pressing into the side of Izumo's hip. That was slightly painful, but he didn't have much of an opportunity to focus in on that, since Izumo had hooked his finger into his waistband; slowly dragging his loose shinobi pants down as he silenced Kotetsu's minute whimpers with his masculine lips. Izumo refused to let up, and slowly but surely, he broke through the gate of Kotetsu's mouth and twisted his tongue over the other expertly, savouring in the moment as a strangled moan of enjoyment the raven-haired made within his trachea fell out.

Kotetsu broke apart again, riddled with nerves as his hands continued to scratch and scramble against the wall.

'You...you know what I mean!'

His voice was strained, trying to control his fluctuating emotions and arousal.

'Don't...don't twist my words when I-FUCK! That's not incentive to twist my nipple, you prick!'

He brushed away the offending hand, slapping it unintentionally in the process.

'Calm down! You're acting like a little bitch, Tets.' Izumo drawled, lightly running his fingers over Kotetsu's abs.

'Gee, you'd think that you hadn't ever been laid before...'

Silence.

'...you've got to be joking!'

'I haven't! I haven't okay and it just...it just makes this even worse for me!'

'I don't believe this!'

'But I haven't... ' It was almost a whimper.

'...how the fuck are you acting so calm about this?!'

The truth was, Izumo was just as much of a nervous wreck as Kotetsu was, but he had the brilliant idea to cast a henge over himself, making him appear in control at all times. This news made it even harder to keep it up though, as he let the news wash over him. A virgin? It was surprising, and in some ways rather adorable, but now this made his job even harder.

'I have my ways.' He said in a low voice, kissing the crook of Kotetsu's neck.

Softly, he brushed his lips up his jawline and pried him slowly off the wall, bodies pressing together, heat emanating from both of their fair skins. Izumo's fingers were tender, gentler now, as if he was handling something fragile. He pulled in for another kiss, experimentally taking a step back and tried pull Kotetsu with him towards the bed, letting him step out of the rumpled mess of clothing that was now the forgotten trousers.

A light fog clouded Kotetsu's mind and he felt himself losing his mind into a euphoric bliss. If that was the case, if he was going to lose himself, he would not allow to lose the sculpted being in his grip now. He shuffled his foot to close the gap, pushing his jaw deeper into the other man's, this time initiating a passionate kiss. It was just the reaction Izumo was praying for, and slowly he pulled back, Kotetsu following like a little puppy. He was beginning to become much more aggressive, his invisible walls crumbling slightly; more and more chipping off the fiercer he became.

Izumo's calves backed into the sides of the bed and he fell onto his back, pushed by the barely older chūnin, surprise hidden behind his dark irises. This was a sudden change in Kotetsu's behaviour, and he was enjoying it. It was good to see him breaking out of his shell about this. Whether or not that was because he was caught up in the moment, well, that would be a mystery, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. He found himself being straddled by the almost-naked nin, smiling as a glint of light flashed across his friend's features momentarily. Although wide with what he assumed nerves, there lay an animalistic lust in those dark-rimmed eyes; prominent for just that minuscule opportunity, as if it was for Izumo, and for him alone.

Both of them now had a burning desire to take one another in an instant; to tear the remaining clothing left on them voraciously and quickly, that expectation to see them in all of their glory, away from prying eyes. Kotetsu fluidly unzipped Izumo's vest and slid it off and out from underneath him, tossing it carelessly to the side and started on the navy shirt. To speed things along, it was pulled off hurriedly from its owner, who had as little care for where it landed as the raven-haired did. But then Kotetsu froze, like he was rethinking everything before it was too late.

'Tets?' Izumo whispered, playing with a little spike of his hair.

'I-I...I want...' Kotetsu stammered, poised over the other one, his back arched slightly, hands either side of Izumo's face. He swallowed, a steely resolve in his voice.

'I want this.' He concluded, dropping his face over Izumo's, greeted with a smile and a tender kiss.

'I do too.' Izumo whispered back, cupping Kotetsu's face with one hand, the other disappearing. He pulled him in for a faster, more heated kiss, while his second hand tugged at a set of black satin boxers, pulling them away freely and letting him wriggle out of them. Kotetsu mimicked this action and then both of them were pulled flush against each other; low, resonating moans escaping from the tiniest of parts of their lips. Hands wrestled against each other, both fighting to be dominant until Izumo won the battle, pinning the older down briefly, clamping lips down and a hand lightly brushing up against a neighbouring, stoic length.

His fingers sent shivers running up and down Kotetsu's spine and he whimpered lightly, wanting to begin the next stage. His impatience had gotten the better of him and his breathing ragged, barely containing his excitement. As payback, he tipped his jaw up and bit Izumo's chest deeply; licking the wound lightly and grinning predatorily at the strangled groan that fell from the brunette.

'Payback's a bitch.' He mused.

'Shut up and turn over.' Izumo retorted, light beads of sweat beginning to drip down his temples.

'What do you think I am, a dog?'

'Judging by the serrated canines you possess, you may as fucking well be!'

'Don't get snarky at me. Be a better seme if that's the case.'

Something inside Izumo's brain seemed to snap, or bend dangerously maybe, because the look in his eyes changed completely. Despite it being almost pitch black, this was something that no man could miss. They flickered wider before narrowing slightly as he locked his gaze onto Kotetsu's silhouette. His hand teased at his friends member, much more vigorously and eager as it ran up and down the shaft swiftly. Muffled gasps and gurgles of delight almost echoed around the two of them.

The fog in Kotetsu's brain was beginning to thicken and turn a cloudy white, and he felt like he was being carried higher and higher in an out-of-body experience. True, he had done this to himself plenty of times but this; this was something different and much more potent than anything that he could do himself. His limbs felt as if they were beginning to melt and his head lolled back, whispering the other chūnin's name again and again like a prayer.

The friction in his nether regions slowed considerably, and he was left with an ache in his stomach, feeling less than fulfilled. Hands, rough yet teeming with delicacy, raised his hips slightly and he could feel Izumo's weight pressing onto his pelvis.

'I take back what I said!' Kotetsu gasped, almost begging in his words.

'Mm mm Tets...' The other voice replied, almost sinister in the way that it dripped with sex.

'You wanted it, you're getting it now.'

He wasted no time, Izumo. Coyly, he pinched into the small of Kotetsu's back; the effect having the uke buck his hips upwards, simultaneously invading a very sensitive area. There was a wince and a groan of pain but it seemed lessened by the initial twist on the soft skin. Pain, however, had no place when it came to what he felt next. He enjoyed this much too much, and later, Kotetsu would regret his actions. But now, the melting feeling intensified and his head was swamped with the blissful fog as Izumo's rhythmical thrust bore into him.

Tipping his head up to look at his lover, between the already happening gasps a d manly squeaks, he let out a low sigh of awe at the sight. Another fraction of light, but this time Izumo was the model in the spotlight. He flicked his hair from his face to concentrate better; tiny droplets of perspiration flicking out into darkness. In that small sliver of light, he was god-like, perfect and it made Kotetsu's heart skip painfully. At a later time, he would remember this image; that small flicker of light over the sculpted and curved muscles which would haunt his sib-conscious. This time though, it would be welcomed with open arms.

They were both sent into a different place; desire welling up inside of themselves until it the bubbles had to burst; one inside, one outside. Slowly, so very slowly, they returned to earth, to each other; two moist, panting bodies that collapsed together as afterglow wheedled through their systems. Hearts pounded and small light laughter floated between them before their ragged breaths grew whole and they drifted off to sleep, curled up against each other.