Teach Me

Protection
By Mieren

During training, Naruto and Jiraiya found themselves back in Kohana. The young blond had quickly settled down in the month the two had been in each other’s company. The older man was now able to sneak in the occasional grope without the boy coming unglued and trying to take his head off.

Being the pervert that he was, the frog hermit watched for the occasional shadow or odd place to molest the blond. Naruto tolerated his efforts, occasionally even encouraging him by doing the same in return, once surprising Jiraiya by grabbing his favorite bits just long enough to get him worked up and then dancing off into the crowds while hior tor teacher was left barely able to walk. After such a taunt, it was no wonder that the frog hermit dragged the boy into an alley, shoving a laughing Naruto against the wall.

“Think you’re funny, do you?” Jiraiya growled.

“Yeah,” Naruto snickered, his blue eyes starting to glow with flecks of red. He knew what was coming and was starting to get excited. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Teach you a lesson,” he answered, grasping both of Naruto’s hands and pinning them to the wall above his head. He didn’t need any more scratches to add to his already substantial collection.

Blond helplessly pinned, he used his free hand to undo the tacky orange pants, baring the boy’s backside from waist to mid-thigh. He did the same to his own pants, though his long shirt mostly hid his exposed form. Grinning, he rubbed his length against the taught globes presented to him. Naruto shoved his hips back, rolling his head to the side in search of his mentor’s lips.

Complying with the silent request, Jiraiya took the willing hips, not failing to notice the boy’s blood red eyes and prominent fangs. It never failed to happen. Emotions caused his chakra to flare every time without exception. Keeping the blonde’s lips occupied to muffle his cries, he abruptly gripped his length and simultaneously shoved his hips forward, seating himself fully in the boy. He quickly withdrew his tongue, barely escaping being bitten.

Arms pinned high above him, Naruto dropped his head between his upraised shoulders, chin resting against his chest. He released a muffled moan as he was pounded into ruthlessly.

Passing by, class having just let out, Iruka glanced into the alley at the sound. The young man startled at what he saw, bristling immediately.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Iruka roared, charging. He was only a chuunin and knew he wouldn’t get far attacking a probable jounin, but he couldn’t stand by while Naruto was openly tortured.

“Eh?” Naruto asked dazedly, looking at the source of the furious yell.

Occupied, Jiraiya was slowed considerably in his response time. He barely had time to loose his hold and step back, turning just in time to receive a flying tackle from the seething brunette. The two went down in a tangle of limbs, the frog hermit taking a painful number of punches before he could even think about mounting a defense. He was saved from a knee to the groin when Naruto joined the fight, crashing into Iruka vengefully. They ended up with the blond sitting on the chuunin, grappling to pin him, Jiraiya still lying prone beside them.

Iruka was too stunned to fight for long, letting the blond pin him. The boy was half naked atop him, red-eyed and actually growling, fangs exposed. More than that, he was shocked to feel a definite erection pressing into his abdomen.

“N-Naruto?” he asked softly, confused. The boy slumped forward, dropping his head onto his former mentor’s shoulder, reddened eyes slipping shut.

“Leave him alone,” Naruto said wearily, mumbling against the brunette’s shoulder.

“But…”

“He wasn’t hurting me,” Naruto interrupted.

Iruka glanced over at the older man, trying to see the truth behind the statement. The white-haired man had pulled up his pants and was reaching for Naruto’s to do the same. Both younger men glared at him for his efforts. He grinned defiantly and continued, buttoning the clasp to the bright orange pants, earning himself a slap to the shoulder from the incensed blond.

“Who are you?” Iruka finally asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

“I am Myouboku Mountain’s Monk of the Frog Spirits,” he announced boastingly.

“I can’t call you that,” Iruka said flatly. “I want a name.”

“Jiraiya,” Naruto offered, sitting up and releasing the brunette. Named hermit smirked. Naruto shoved him, glaring with still red eyes. “This isn’t funny, old man. What if Iruka had used his brains and drawn a shuriken?”

“Hey!” Iruka protested the insult. Jiraiya cocked his head.

“That’s a good point,” he mused. “Why didn’t you?”

“Damn it, old man! Take this seriously!” Naruto ordered irately. Despite his irritation, the monk making light of the situation had allowed him to calm down enough that his eyes receded to blue. Iruka relaxed infinitely.

“Suman, suman,” Jiraiya said, not even remotely embarrassed at having been caught in such a compromising position. In fact, he even seemed amused that the other two were so uncomfortable. Hed ted their positions, the blond still sitting on the prone brunette’s lap. “Mm… mind if I watch?” he asked suggestively.

“Hentai!” Naruto yelled, blushing. He rolled off an equally red Iruka.

“Let’s go somewhere else to talk,” Iruka said, staggering to his feet and brushing himself off. “Come on. I’ll treat you to ramen.”

“Ah! Arigato!” Jiraiya said cheerfully, knowing full well that the invitation had not extended to him. It was just fun teasing the chuunin.

“Not you!” Iruka snapped. Jiraiya pretended to pout. “You’re not going at all!”

Jiraiya raised his hands in surrender, letting the younger man win the fight. If Naruto trusted the man, so would he. Shooting him dirty looks on the way past, Naruto and Iruka left for their meal. He would have departed as well, but a hand on his shoulder brought him to a halt. A mismatched gaze, one black eye and one red, gave him a flat, half-hooded look.

“Yo,” Kakashi greeted. “Let’s talk.”

* * *

It was a sign of how nervous Naruto was that he was still on his first bowl of ramen, stirring the noodles with his chopsticks despondently. Iruka hadn’t touched his either, too preoccupied with trying to think of what to say to even think about eating. He started haltingly.

“Are you… hurt?” he tried lamely, unsure whether Naruto would be willing to answer much about his personal life.

“No,” Naruto said, putting down his chopsticks. He looked extremely uncertain of how Iruka would react. “I suppose you want to know why.” The brunette nodded wordlessly. Naruto sighed, unable to meet his eyes, not that Iruka was looking up anyways. “There… was a misunderstanding. It started an argument between us.”

“Over what?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Naruto insisted. “He ended up offering to sleep with me.”

“He did what?” Iruka asked darkly, cracking his knuckles menacingly.

“He was angry,” the blond tried to explain. “He didn’t mean it. I… goaded him on.”

“But why?”

“He said that… that it didn’t have to hurt,” Naruto said, his voice jerky, as if he were fighting back tears. He couldn’t seem to raise his eyes from his ramen and had completely stopped eating. “I wanted to know if it was true.” Iruka went silent. He knew first-hand the torment the boy had undergone and couldn’t begrudge him any measure of comfort. If Naruto was happy, he wouldn’t take that from him no matter what it was or how much it made him uncomfortable.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” he asked, his tone a bit sad. “You trusted me with everything before.” Blue eyes closed in response to the question, making the blond look more dejected than ever.

“Can you honestly tell me you would have done the same?”

It was the older man’s turn to pause. “If that’s what you really wanted,” he finally said. Naruto looked up, stunned. “I wish you had come to me instead. I’m so much closer to your own age.”

“You’re serious,” Naruto said, turning his eyes back to his ramen. Slowly, he started eating again, faith restored in his friend.

“You know you can trust me with anything,” Iruka promised. “Finish up. We’ll rent a bad movie and spend the evening telling embarrassing stories about our boyfriends.”

“YOU have a BOYFRIEND?” Naruto asked, gaping. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“He made me promise I wouldn’t,” Iruka laughed. “But I don’t see the harm since he’s not training you anymore.”

“Kakashi?!?”

* * *

“Yes?” Jiraiya asked, turning to face the irate jounin.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kakashi asked tersely. The fact that he had unveiled his Sharingan spoke of how unhappy he was. The frog hermit bit back a sarcastic response. He knew that the lesser jounin couldn’t possibly hurt him, but it was still not wise to tick off someone who already looked ready to blow a vein in his forehead, no matter how amusing it would be.

“He needed comfort. I gave it to him,” Jiraiya said, his voice just as flat as the silver-haired jounin’s.

“He would never seek out anyone for that type of comfort,” Kakashi said, more or less calling him a liar to his face.

“I know you’re worried about him,” Jiraiya sighed. “Understandable since you used to train him.”

Half-lidded eyes turned even harder. “How did you know that?”

“I teach him now,” the frog hermit smirked. “For the first week, all I heard was Kakashi this and Kakashi that. Drove me insane.”

That sounded like the blond, all right. But it still didn’t explain what they were doing.

“If you’re his mentor, you have even less business raping him,” Kakashi snapped.

“WHAT? I didn’t rape him!” Jiraiya yelled. “He came to me!”

“I would love to hear that one,” Kakashi bit out.

Jiraiya folded his arms, scowling. “He pulled a prank on me, a stupid one at that.” That still sounded like the blond and the jounin nodded for him to continue. “I yelled at him. He reacted badly.” He left out the little fact that he had been naked. No doubt that Kakashi wouldn’t like that detail.

“What does ‘reacted badly’ mean?” Kakashi asked, having a good idea what was coming.

“He pulled the Possum Technique,” Jiraiya said grimly. Kakashi sighed. That technique was one that they were trying to get Naruto to stop using. It was dangerous. “He put more chakra into it than most jounins can manage. I was barely able to wake him up. The entire time, he was muttering to himself, and I pieced together what happened to him. So I know why you think he would never seek out companionship.” He stared piercingly at Kakashi. “How old was he?”

“The first time?” Kakashi asked. Jiraiya nodded, upset that he was correct in his assumption that it had happened multiple times. “He was five. A group of jounins placed a seal on him so he couldn’t fight back at all. They… took turns. Unable to exert chakra, he turned it on himself. Managed to knock himself out after a little while. They thought he was dead and threw him in a dumpster, where Iruka found him a few hours later.”

“No wonder he reacted like that,” Jiraiya muttered.

“You said you woke him up. How? It took the Hokage almost a week when he did it the first time,” Kakashi said.

“I fused my chakra into him. I wasn’t gentle about it and he was shocked awake,” he said, expecting Kakashi to get angry. The jounin surprised him, merely nodding for him to continue. “When he woke up, he knew that I had found out and tried to leave, thinking that I wouldn’t train him after I knew what happened to him.”

“This is not supporting your statement that he initiated… the activity between you two,” Kakashi said flatly, staring unblinking. Jiraiya waved him off with one hand, telling him to wait.

“I convinced him to stay and told him not to use that technique again. We got into an argument over it. He took everything I said as an insult.” Kakashi snorted, having seen that behavior in the past. “He repeatedly claimed that he… was too dirty to be around, let alone touch. I’ll admit that I lost my temper at that point.”

Kakashi’s Sharingan flared. “So you assaulted him?”

“No!” Jiraiya yelled, frustrated. “I sarcastically asked him if that was what he wanted.”

“He wouldn’t have accepted,” Kakashi said.

“He didn’t immediately,” the frog hermit admitted.

“Then when did he?” The jounin clearly didn’t believe him just yet.

“He started goading me on and similar comments were exchanged. He eventually asked me if I was talented enough to… not hurt him,” Jiraiya said, certain that the silver-haired man was about to tear him apart. He sighed. “He asked me to teach him and I did. Afterwards, he requested that I repeat the lesson.” When he saw Kakashi prepare to protest, he continued doggedly. “You can ask Naruto.”

Mismatched eyes narrowed. “Very well. I’ll ask him. If I find out you forced him though…”

“You’ll break me into four pieces and send the bits to the corners of the earth,” Jiraiya finished for him dismissively.

Kakashi glared but departed, intent on tracking down his former student to verify the older man’s claims. For lack of anything better to do, Jiraiya followed him. The jounin almost told him to leave, but decided to continue berating him instead.

“He’s only twelve,” Kakashi stated, reopening the argument.

“His age doesn’t matter,” the frog hermit said. “I was afraid that he was going to hurt himself if he didn’t receive help.”

“You call that help?” Kakashi asked.

“He’s no longer afraid to be touched and he’s now willing to fight back instead of using the Possum Technique.”

Kakashi almost missed a step. It was an ongoing seven-year argument with the blond to stop using that jutsu, with no success in convincing him that he was putting his life in danger.

“You actually convinced him?” Kakashi asked incredulously. Jiraiya nodded.

“I also taught him a better way to fight back.”

“And that would be?”

“I call it the Eunuch Technique,” the frog hermit said, his tone dead serious. Kakashi looked stunned.

“Eunuch Technique? That’s brutal,” Kakashi said. His eyes glittered evilly. “I love it.”

That was about the time they located Naruto and Iruka. They fell silent, astonished at what they found.

* * *

Naruto was laughing his head off, shaking so hard that he was almost unable to hand the incriminating picture back to Iruka. How exactly he had gotten it was a mystery and the blond couldn’t refrain from asking.

“How did this happen?” he gasped, still breathless from his gut-wrenching laughter.

“He came in late from a difficult mission, asleep on his feet, and he passed out on my sofa. He didn’t wake up while I was messing with him.”

“And he didn’t notice in the morning?”

“Kakashi isn’t really coherent, or sane, in the mornings until he’s had a few pots of coffee,” Iruka explained, grinning at the returned photo. It featured a bleary-eyed Kakashi in full make-up and a frilly pink dress. The silver-haired man had not been amused when he had fully woken up to find himself in drag, his hair even curled and in ribbons. “I got the idea from you.”

“Me?”

“Your original photo ID,” Iruka explained. Naruto had painted his face white, drawn spirals all over his skin and made a ridiculous face for the photographer. The Hokage had made him redo it.

Naruto snorted. “I didn’t know you even liked to pull pranks.”

“I couldn’t help it,” Iruka chuckled. “This was before we were going out. He startled me when he staggered into my house like he owned the place and collapsed on my couch. With me on it!”

Going for another laugh, he attempted to recreate the scene, staggering across the room like a drunk and sprawling over the entire sofa. He was lying with arms and legs sticking out at all angles, his head and shoulders flopped across the giggling blond. By this time, both had completely forgotten the movie that they were supposed to be watching.

Naruto shoved playfully at the brunette, trying to dislodge him. Resisting the move, Iruka calmly folded his hands behind his head, settling down as if to take a nap. The blond wedged both hands under the man’s side, attempting to flip him off the couch. He allowed himself to be thrown off, but looped on hand around the boy’s waist, pulling him along for the tumble. Naruto landed atop his former teacher only to be flipped onto his back, Iruka playfully pinning him.

Naruto squirmed under his captor, attempting to get loose. Positioned above him, the brunette was content to wrestle with the boy, giving him a hard time of it in vengeance for all of the practical jokes he had undergone in the past.

Their positions struck a memory in Naruto and he faltered, immediately losing the mock battle. He stared up at his former teacher, wondering if the man had been telling the truth earlier. Seeing his somber and speculative look, Iruka backed off a little, though he was still straddling the boy.

“Iruka, I…” Naruto trailed off, unable to finish. The brunette chuunin made it easier for him.

“Is this what you want?” Iruka asked. The blond nodded, averting his eyes in embarrassment. Iruka was quick to stop that behavior, gripping Naruto’s chin and easing his face up, kissing him delicately. “Are you sure?” he pressed. He absolutely would not force the boy.

“Yes,” Naruto breathed, tilting his head up towards the older man, seeking his mouth for another kiss. Iruka obliged. He hesitated in running his tongue across the blonde’s lips, shocked when Naruto eagerly took it into his mouth, sucking on the sleek muscle. The boy really did want this.

Naruto reached up and pulled demandingly at Iuka’s chuunin vest and underlying shirt. The older man pulled the garments free, smiling when he saw Naruto do the same beneath him, ridding himself of his tacky orange jacket and black shirt. He ran his hands across the boy’s lean chest, playing with a peaked nipple. He made an appreciative noise, arching his hips up to grind against Iruka. The brunette chuckled at his eagerness. So much for foreplay.

Iruka shucked his pants, pulling at Naruto’s as well, the boy helpfully lifting his hips to let the garment pull free. He moved back, settling between Naruto’s legs, smirking.

“Has Jiraiya ever done this?” Iruka asked, sounding bemused. He swept down, deep-throating the waiting length. A startled cry met his ears, the blond reflexively bucking into the moist heat.

Red light flared from the vicinity of Naruto’s abdomen, prompting the older man to look up. Vividly outlined against his skin, a seal surfaced, glowing brightly. Hooded red eyes stared down from a prominently whiskered face. Iruka paused, studying the seal intently, relieved to see that it was in no danger of breaking. The boy was merely excited and had let his chakra rage unchecked. More amused than uneasy, he returned to his task, not protesting when clawed fingers tangled in his hair, snapping the tie. Long brown hair fell around his face, tickling Naruto’s inner thighs.

Naruto tensed suddenly, shoving the older man away.

“Stop,” he managed. Iruka pulled back, wondering what he had done wrong. “Not like this. I…” Iruka cut him off, not making him voice the request.

“As you wish,” the chuunin complied, reaching for his discarded clothes. He fished out the small medical kit he carried with him, taking the ointment into hand to slick himself.

He managed to slick himself before Naruto verily jumped him, knocking him to his back. Grasping the boy’s hips, he helped settle the blond straddling him, easing him down on to his awaiting erection. Naruto groaned in ecstasy, rocking his hips wantonly.

Wrapping both arms around the boy, Iruka pulled the blond down to lie flush against him. Keeping the movements small and gentle, he began to thrust into his younger partner. For added stimulation, he slipped on hand between them, teasingly toying with the slicked erection. Naruto rewarded him by claiming his mouth, treating the brunette to his first experience of a fanged kiss. Iruka decided that he liked the fangs and tangled his free hand in Naruto’s hair, holding him still while he plundered the blonde’s mouth.

Naruto didn’t protest the possessive kissing or the fact that he was being held down, even encouraging the actions. He shoved back hard against the hard length in him, his movements becoming more erratic. Iruka sped up as well, preparing to follow the boy to completion. Naruto broke his mouth free with a slightly breathless gasp, trembling as he released his seed against his former mentor’s stomach. Iruka thrust a few more times, following Naruto.

Sated and utterly relaxed, the two slumped against each other. Iruka cradled the blond to his chest, smiling when Naruto dozed off, exhausted. He lay his head back, closing his eyes as well, relaxing against the floor. After a few minutes, he fell asleep as well.

* * *

Kakashi just stared, brain fried. He and Jiraiya had arrived just in time to see a naked Naruto leap onto an equally nude Iruka through the carelessly open window. The silver-haired jounin was stunned speechless at the sight of his student banging his boyfriend. On the other hand, Jiraiya was giggling like a madman.

“Told you,” Jiraiya taunted. Kakashi growled at him and stalked away. Still smirking, Jiraiya settled down to watch like the letch he was.

OWARI

Tell me… should I add another chapter, perhaps with Kakashi and Naruto this time? Let me know and R&R!