Naruto Kinks

This request was written as an exchange for a Saku/Naru fanart with DominicShade! Check out the pic here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pic-10054.html. Also, I dunno what the heck I was smoking when I came up with the whole Rising Sun concept. Sorry. :D

Chou/Iru: UKE on top but not in control, WAFF, older!Chouji likes smaller men, screaming during sex


“Congrats, Chouji. You're finally one of us.”

Chouji snorted in response and gulped down the rest of his sake. “What do you mean? Ino's still a Chuunin.”

Ino glared at him from across the booth and answered haughtily, “I've been concentrating on my medical techniques, or have you forgotten that I'm a full time nurse now? You know saving lives instead of taking them.”

Chouji shrugged, refilling his glass. “Sakura's a doctor and she advanced to Jounin a couple years ago.”

Ino's nostrils flared but before a fight could break out, Shikamaru slipped his arm around her shoulders, holding her back against him as he cut in, “Aw, come on, Chouji. Ino can take her time if she wants to. There's no rush.”

Chouji just shrugged again, and Ino relaxed some against Shikamaru before snatching a piece of barbecued steak from Chouji's plate. “That's for being an ass,” she snapped at his indignant protest, popping the morsel in her mouth greedily. “Mmm, yummy.”

He took a large bite himself, chewing quickly to disguise his frown.

“I'm happy for you, Chouji,” she added seriously after a moment. “I know I don't have to tell you, but be careful, okay?”

“Heh. You don't have to worry about me,” Chouji laughed around a mouth full of food, but he didn't miss Shikamaru's pointed look. He hated that look because it meant Shikamaru was analyzing the situation—figuring him out.

And then he said it.

“I'm sure Iruka would love to hear the news of your promotion. Maybe you should stop by and visit him at the academy?”

And for once Ino didn't open her big mouth to put her two cents in. Which meant they were conspiring against him (or as they probably considered it—for him).

“Yeah,” he said, wanting the subject to drop as quickly as possible. “I'll do that.”


When Chouji had agreed to pay Iruka a visit, he hadn't actually planned on following through with it, so he was surprised to find himself standing outside the academy building the next day, hunched and shivering in the rain.

He had a moment to turn back and then the 3 o'clock bell was ringing, deep and ominous from the stone tower behind him. Within seconds children flooded the courtyard, rambunctious and loud, eager to play with friends or head home for the day. One boy, nearly the age he'd been when he first became a ninja, turned suddenly as he was running and slipped, pitching into the front of him.

“Hey, watch it!” the boy huffed as he tried to pick himself up without looking too shaken by the fall. His palms would be bruised later from taking the brunt of the impact with the pavement. He scrambled to his feet and shot Chouji a glare. “Geeze, why don't you wa—”

“Idiot!” A girl rushed forward, blue eyes wide as she grabbed the collar of the boy's shirt and wrenched him down into a bow. “Please, forgive him!”

She bowed twice herself, long hair spilling forward to hide her blushing cheeks before she turned, dragging the boy away. “What the heck were you thinking?” she sighed loudly once they had moved some distance away.

“Hana-chan, you don't always have to be so mean to me!” he whined, not understanding her harshness.

She shot him a glare in response but clearly softened at his reaction. “Dummy, don't go around treating people so rudely. You could get into some serious trouble. That man's an Akimichi.”

“A what?” His face was earnest, head tilted to the side in his curiosity.

The girl frowned, dropping her hold on the boy's shirt. “Don't you know anything about the Rising Sun clans? A handful of Konoha's clans contribute 80 percent of Fire Country's military power. Their blood lines are the strongest when it comes to producing ninja talent and half of them hold bloodline limits like the Byakugan.”

The boy scrunched his face, defiant but embarrassed by her reprimand. “Tch. I'll become a ninja regardless. I don't need some special clan for that.”

Chouji entered the school building, leaving the bickering children behind. Nostalgic.

The building had been slightly dilapidated when he was a student and the past decade had clearly taken its toll. It was silly to think that Iruka would still be in the same classroom after so many years, but he didn't seem to consider the possibility until he was there looking in at a young man not much older than himself.

“Can I help you. . .” The Chuunin teacher scrunched his eyes, examining Chouji's outfit for any visible clan symbol before finishing, “Akimichi-san?”

He was a Jounin now. He could order this stranger to do any number of things he had in mind—not the least of which was get me Iruka. Instead, Chouji nodded once and explained, “I have business with Umino Iruka-sensei.”

The teacher stiffened slightly at the words, gathering his belongings as he offered, “Of course. Umino-sensei's office is located on the second floor—third door on the left, after the stairs.”

Chouji nodded his thanks and headed in the direction of the stairs. Office?

Assistant Principal's Office. When had. . ? Chouji stood dumbfounded for a moment wondering whether or not he should knock when the door opened suddenly and he was nearly collided with for a second time that day.

His former teacher stopped short, dropping the file folders he'd been carrying, their contents spilling partially onto the floor. “Whoops.”

“Iruka-sensei.”

Iruka looked up, eyes widening in recognition. “Chouji!”

He smiled widely before bending to scoop up the mess of folders and papers. “It's been quite a while since I last saw you.”

Chouji debated an attempt to help, but figured he'd only crowd the smaller man and get in the way.

Iruka finished collecting the files and stood expectantly. When Chouji only shifted his weight and looked to him awkwardly, he added, “I'm sure you're a few years too early to be here about a future student.”

His eyes crinkled, his words playful but it wasn't exactly true. Sakura was pregnant with her second child—the Hokage claimed it to be his this time which would have been more of a scandal had the two of them not been living with the Uchiha for more than seven years now—and Hinata had already given birth two the next Hyuuga heir. Even Shikamaru had finally settled down (or as he called it: giving in to the rule of a woman) within the past few years.

“Ah. No. Actually, I stopped by because. . . Well, I was recently promoted by the Hokage and. . .”

Chouji stumbled over his explanation but Iruka seemed not to notice as he locked the door to his office. “I heard the good news,” he nodded, turning back to face the taller man. “I wanted to go to your ceremony.”

Iruka blushed slightly at the confession, looking down to the folders in his hands before looking back up to meet Chouji's eyes. “I'm sorry that I couldn't make it. I know it's a poor excuse but I hardly get missions anymore, and I didn't think abou—”

“It's fine,” Chouji interrupted. “I didn't expect you to come.”

The words came out harsher than he intended, and he cursed inwardly at his awkwardness. “I mean, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it.”

Iruka waved the explanation away, starting down the hallway toward the stairs. “At least let me take you out to dinner to celebrate. I'm proud of you, Chouji.”

Chouji was glad that Iruka couldn't see his burning face as he followed along behind and answered, “Okay. When?”


“You know there's something I've always wanted to ask about but. . .” I've never had the courage. He let the sentence trail off and smiled instead. Ninja weren't supposed to talk about such things as fear, insecurity or doubt.

A ninja never lacks bravery. Hadn't Iruka taught him that early on?

The man in question looked up from his meal and turned brown eyes his way. “What is it, Chouji?” he asked while wiping sauce from his chin.

His hands are so small, Chouji thought, compared to these. His eyes flickered to his own, meaty hands where they rested on the counter top.

“The teams,” he explained. The Rookie Nine. No, all of them. “You said the class was split into teams based on student ranking in order to balance them equally. Shikamaru's a genuis but he was always too lazy to take his school work seriously. Grade wise, he was failing.”

Iruka nodded to indicate that he was listening as he took another bite of his dinner.

“However,” Chouji continued. “He's from one of the Rising Sun clans and had a firm grasp on its signature technique by that time. These aspects would have balanced out to place him somewhere near the middle of the class. Same with Sakura who had the highest grades but whose lineage was weak and showed no natural talent for ninjutsu or taijutsu.”

Iruka offered a half smile, indicating that he knew where this line of reasoning was headed.

“That's why she was able to be on a team with Uchiha Sasuke. I shouldn't have been on that team with Shikamaru, Iruka-sensei. Someone higher ranked should have.”

Iruka sighed, setting his chopsticks down before answering, “I've told you that you don't have to call me that anymore, Chouji. Not only am I no longer your teacher, but you now outrank me in our society.”

Chouji blushed, looking away. What could he possibly say to that? He couldn't bring himself to explain his fondness for his former teacher or his desire to have some kind of closeness between them. He glanced back when Iruka patted his wrist, caringly.

“I knew Shikamaru was your best fried. I put you two together for the same reason I separated Ino and Sakura—I thought you could strengthen each other better that way. I'm not supposed to meddle, and I'm certainly not supposed to admit to it, but looking back. . .” He smiled reassuringly at the larger man. “I suppose things turned out okay.”


Chouji's single bedroom apartment was on the way to Iruka's modest, one-story house so the two men had continued talking even after leaving the restaurant.

“I had fun,” Iruka said, smiling, once they reached the doorstep.

Chouji thought it should be his line as it had been the smaller man's treat.

He opened his mouth to agree but somehow, “Next time I'll pay,” popped out instead. He frowned in embarrassment and looked away.

Iruka only nodded, probably taking it as one of those promises to keep in touch that always seemed to fall through when it came to his former students so Chouji cleared his throat, wanting to clarify.

“I mean, I'd like to do it again—spend time with you.”

The wording caught the other man off guard, and he looked up at Chouji with wide, brown eyes.

Chouji moved closer, their bodies nearly touching as he added, “I've always admired you, Iruka-sensei. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I—I'm tired of being lonely.”

It wasn't what he had imagined in the hundreds of confession scenarios he'd played out in his head over the years but in a way it was fitting. After all, it was the truth. He was tired of being alone, waiting to be with the one person he could never hope to have. Maybe Iruka had never looked at him that way, but he knew that Iruka could understand the pain he was implying because he had been single for as long as Chouji could remember. Which only meant one of two things when it came to the ninja way of life. Either he'd suffered a loss crippling enough to erase his desire for any future relationships or he was interested in the same sex.

Chouji had tried to give up on the desire himself once when his father had told him in so many words how the village felt about non-conformity. Only dating girls just hadn't felt right and turned out frustrating attempt after attempt to forget about his childhood crush. Besides, Anko had been living with a civilian “roommate” for years.

To Chouji's surprise, Iruka nodded, swallowing visibly before tilting his face up. He didn't speak, and when his lips parted slightly, Chouji leaned down.

Iruka “mmm”-ed as if in surprise but didn't pull away. Chouji reached one hand up to caress the side of his face as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside to run over the smaller man's. Iruka returned the kiss hesitantly, and Chouji pressed against his mouth with bruising force, all of his desire surging forward at the sign of acceptance.

They fumbled through the front door, never breaking apart, and Chouji kicked the door shut behind them as he shifted his body, pushing Iruka in the direction of the couch. Iruka backed into the coffee table in the darkness, breaking the kiss in surprise. Chouji grinned down at him sheepishly before leaning in slowly, kissing the side of Irkua's mouth softly. He might not be able to bring himself to explain how much he cared for his former teacher with words, but he could show him through loving touches in the privacy of his own livingroom. Iruka closed his eyes and nodded, unable to speak.

Chouji continued, leaving a trail of kisses down Iruka's jaw line causing the other man to tremble, “Chouji, I—”

“You don't have to do anything you don't want to,” Chouji cut in, his voice a harsh whisper between kisses.

“No.” Iruka swallowed hard, his words causing Chouji to pull back in concern. “I want to. I like. . . spending time with you as well.”

His face was open, earnest, so Chouji closed his eyes and let himself kiss Iruka the way he'd always wanted to, slow and gentle before licking and sucking his way down the exposed line of Iruka's neck. He felt Iruka melt against him and moved his hands up to glide over the expanse of his clothed chest. In one fluid movement, he unzipped the utility vest and slipped it down Iruka's shoulders before pulling the thick, navy shirt off over his head. Iruka complied, lifting his arms to accommodate the larger man's actions. Once the shirt was removed, he was left with only a thin layer of protective mesh separating his bare skin from Chouji's cool, metal armor. Iruka shifted his weight awkwardly under Chouji's dark stare, but if anything it was Chouji who felt he should be the one embarrassed to strip. He unclasped the buckles to his heavy armor, dropping the chest-plate to the floor with a dull thud before guiding Iruka to the couch, pulling him down to straddle his lap. Iruka blushed when he felt Chouji's hardness press between his legs and he fisted a hand through Chouji's hair.

“I've never. . .”

Chouji nodded, wishing he would say the same. There was that one time during a mission to the Rice Country that Shikamaru had convinced him to hire a male prostitute. “We don't have to.”

Iruka looked to the side, face burning as he clenched his jaw and jerked the mesh body armor off over his head. He looked back to Chouji with a determined expression.

Chouji reached his hand down, rubbing his palm over the stretched fabric of Iruka's crotch, eliciting a choked moan in response. He rubbed harder, brushing up and down Iruka's length before slipping the tips of his fingers behind the waistband to Iruka's pants. Iruka nodded, biting back a small moan as Chouji's fingers dipped dangerously close to his straining tip.

“Please.”

But instead of touching it, Chouji stood, pulling Iruka to his feet in the process.

“Wait here,” he ordered, heading for the kitchen in the darkness.

Iruka blushed slightly but complied, watching silently as Chouji dug through the cabinet to produce a small glass bottle. Chouji returned, setting the bottle on the coffee table before dropping back to the couch. Iruka shifted awkwardly but then kicked his shoes off and slid his pants down slowly, watching Chouji's face as his erection was finally freed, now exposed fully before the other. He stepped out of the pants and Chouji pulled him back down to straddle his lap.

Chouji gripped the base of Iruka's cock, offereing a few experimental pumps before be grabbed the glass bottle and was coating his hands with olive oil. Iruka gasped at the sensation of the cool liquid on his hot skin, squirming as it warmed beneath Chouji's touch. He threw his head back, biting his lip as the speed of Chouji's hand increased but just as he was getting close he felt a hand between his legs and jerked forward, eyes open wide in surprise.

“Chouji?”

The pumping slowed but continued, distracting while two slick fingers teased behind his balls, rubbing lightly over his opening. He squirmed when they pressed in, unable to hold still and face burning as they wriggled inside of him.

“Does it feel good?” Chouji asked.

He spread his fingers as he pulled them out before thrusting them lightly back in and Iruka bucked in response, gasping, “I don't know.”

“Does this feel good?” Chouji tried again, teasing. He rubbed his thumb across the underside of Iruka's tip as he continued fucking him with his fingers.

Iruka nodded, swallowing hard and gripped Chouji's shoulders to steady himself.

Chouji slipped his fingers out and moved his hands to pull his pants down to his thighs. Iruka lifted up to accommodate room for Chouji's cock where it spilled out into the air, red and throbbing, and Chouji reached down to grip it with one hand. He rubbed his hand up and down the length of it to lather it up and then moved his other hand to Iruka's hip to guide him down on top of it. Iruka hesitated when the hot tip brushed against his opening and then it was in and he was crying out from the pleasure and pain. Chouji grunted, gripping Iruka's other hip as well and forced him down all the way, burying himself inside. Iruka jerked, gasping and choking on a sob, and he leaned forward to bite Chouji's shoulder, muffling his whines.

“It hurts,” he gasped, but Chouji's hand snaked down to his cock, coaxing pleasure back into his body.

He twisted slightly from the sensation, legs tensing, and Chouji grabbed his hand, pulling it down to touch himself before he went back to lifting him on and off by gripping both his hips. Iruka took the hint and soon he was screaming, unable to hold it in as Chouji pounded him hot and hard and fast as he begged for him not to stop. He came twice by the time Chouji had finished and wilted limply against his chest.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered when he could breathe again. “The neighbors—”

“Let them think what they want,” Chouji cut him off, arms wrapping around the smaller man in a sweaty embrace. “I'm going to do it again in a bit.”

Iruka nodded and Chouji moved to kiss him lightly on the lips.

“Thank you.”

Chouji didn't know what the other man was thanking him for. After all he was the one who had gotten his childhood crush and quite possibly the best sex of his life all in one night.

He grunted to hide his embarrassment and with a slight blush answered, “I love you, Iruka-sensei.”