A Helping Hand

A/N: Again no beta could be acquired to edit this story so if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes, I don’t mind being informed. This is the last chapter to a Helping Hand, a Chouji and Iruka fic dedicated to DominicShade. Thanks for reading.


"Ohhh, that Tsunade-sama." an irritated voice berated. The soft squeal of a pig agreed heartily with the owner of the voice. Shizune, the assistant to the Hokage stumbled tiredly down the stairs leading to the lowest level of Konoha's Administrative Building.

The little pig in her arms, Ton-Ton, snorted and wrinkled its pudgy nose as it squirmed in the kunoichi's grip, wanting to be released. Shizune dropped the swine and stared around the dark and musty corridor she stood in.

The medical ninja sighed, rubbing her shoulders as she turned to Ton-Ton who was sniffing the air gently. "And you're sure Iruka-sensei is down here?" Shizune questioned as she felt the knot in her shoulder finally begin to loosen.

It had been quite the hectic week; her teacher had been quite irresponsible when she squandered much needed remodelling funds for Konoha on a new game at the gambling arena. Word had quickly spread from the ninjas to the civilians.

'Oh, sometimes she's such an embarrassment.' Shizune thought and gritted her teeth together, ignoring the noisy pig trying to get her attention. Instead of meeting with possible customers of Konoha, Tsunade was planning on how to win the money back and double it. Shizune grimaced just remembering that little scene and rubbed her shoulders, even her meddling hadn't dissuaded the large breasted blonde from her irrational actions.

Unsurprisingly the word of reason had come from one Umino Iruka. The kunoichi smiled as she remembered the man lecturing Tsunade... the leader of Konoha in front of their fellow ninja. The woman flinched, that was the man's mistake. Lecturing the Tsunade yes, Shizune herself had done it countless of times but not in front of so many people. Kakashi-san was incredibly amused.

Iruka was quite lucky he didn't get an S Rank mission for that, but the teacher was right for his nagging, every word of it and Tsunade thankfully knew that and took heed.

The medical ninja was distracted from her reverie when a fine set of teeth clamped onto her leg. "Yeowch!" the raven haired woman yelled, and glared at the huffing swine. "Wha- what's wrong?"

The pig twitched, ruffling it s pearl collar. Raising its hoof it pointed down the corridor. "Puu-hee. Puu-hee."

"So he is down there." the woman laughed slightly as the porker wrinkled its nose and sneezed. It was Shizune's new mission to trail Iruka and make sure he was completing his... mission. The jounin grimaced; Tsunade-sama had given the chuunin the mission of cleaning some room for the remainder of the day.

The medical ninja turned confused eyes towards the waddling pig. "Still Tsunade-sama seems more adamant for me to observe Iruka... she usually doesn’t hold such petty grudge. Ah-ahh, she's been in such a fowl mood this afternoon-- keeps muttering about old crone."

'Poor Iruka-sensei,' the woman blushed softly as she continued to follow her animal companion, 'It seems Tsunade-sama will be directing her anger towards him for awhile, he's such a kind--

Ton-Ton stopped in its tracks and turned towards the kunoichi. "Puu puu puu-hee." the pig oinked and clapped a hoof on the floor.

The dark haired woman raised a curious brow; "Someone's down here with Iruka-sensei?" the medical ninja questioned as the pig bobbed its head and sniffed around, it wrinkled its snout and oinked softly. "You smell something else-- and its concentrated where Iruka-sensei is?" the jounin panicked.

"Ton-Ton." Shizune growled as the swine nodded and raced down the hallway, followed by a frowning medical ninja as she gathered chakra in her hands, alert to any possible threat.


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A hard frown marred the medic’s usually pleasant features. The little pig stared at the door they stood in front of and nodded, confirming the Academy teacher's whereabouts. Shizune wrinkled her nose; she could already feel the soft lining of chakra around the threshold.

The black haired woman grasped the knob and felt intense heat spread upon her hand and quickly removed the limb. "So it is a seal... and a strong one at that." she muttered as a soft green glow encompassed her hand, already repairing the burnt or dead cells of flesh.

Shizune muttered something and stared through the small, dusty window on the door, barely able to see anything. She turned to her animal companion. "Ton-Ton, do you smell any blood from beyond the door, from Iruka or the person with him?" she questioned.

The pig took another quick sniff and shook its head. "What about that other scent you detected that was concentrating in this area-- should we leave the area soon, is Iruka in any danger from overdose?"

"Puuh. Puu-hee." the swine oinked quickly.

"Just a harmless chemical that's concentrated inside the room, huh." Shizune said firmly as she narrowed her eyes, something rocking in her vision. There. She saw it again a wriggling mass on the ground.

"What?" the kunoichi questioned softly, as she observed the lumps of flesh wrestling on the floor.

"Iruka-sensei." the woman hissed as she saw the intruder shift to the side, giving her a clear view of the Academy teacher. He seemed to panting heavily and his face had a fine sheen of sweat on it... luckily, the man didn’t have a broken nose or a split lip or any injuries she could see.

In the back of her mind, the kunoichi would note that Iruka-sensei looked quite dashing when he was flushed.

When the form of the Academy teacher stilled, the medical ninja made up her mind. "Hang on Iruka-sensei, I'm going to get you out of there...oh, my."the raven haired ninja gasped as the assailant was deftly flipped to the ground, Iruka squeezing his thighs around his attacker’s waist... an odd tactic but effective since the intruder stilled.

Wait.

Shizune blinked as she focused upon the man below the teacher.

"I know that face-- Aiieeeee that's A-a-a-kimichi Chouji!" she shrieked, her jaw dropping as she watched her Iruka-sensei, her smart, pious Iruka-sensei writher and thrust upon one flushed and panting Akimichi Chouji, the scarred nosed man’s own former student.

Shizune frowned, her stomach churning, she didn't want to admit but it seemed Iruka-sensei was just another one of the many perverts of Konoha. The kunoichi snorted when she saw the scarred nosed man drag his tongue across Chouji's chest, a shudder going though the younger man.

Shizune swallowed and decided now would be a good time to break the seal and intervene. "Ton-Ton I need you to locate the---

Thump!

The kunoichi's eyes riveted to the wriggling couple. They seemed to have switched positions again, with Chouji holding Iruka-sensei in his grip and promptly pinning his former teacher’s hands down.

The Akimichi youth looked completely in control of the situation as he began to nibble on the teacher’s neck.

"Just what the hell is going on between those two?" The Hokage's assistant questioned softly as the kunoichi's heart suddenly began to beat quicker when she caught a glimpse of Iruka’s bare flesh. She felt the first heady rush of adrenaline, as the two ninjas continued to rub and caress each other.


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Iruka gulped in a mouthful of ragged breathes trying to calm down and cool the aching heat in his loins. A much harder task with Chouji's groin pressed flush against his, hot and pulsing and thick. The teacher squirmed, not sure if he was delighted or repulsed.

When the teenager began to thrust and buck, it was awkward with a jerky rhythm that left Iruka wanting for a firmer pressure, to ease the tightening coil in his groin. The scarred nosed man sent an annoyed glare to the younger chuunin.

With a hiss, Umino rolled the Akimichi beneath him, ending Chouji’s frantic, dry hump session. Centering his hip against the teenager’s waist, Iruka stopped the boy's erratic thrusts and successfully pinned his shoulders to the floor. "There. Now." The older chuunin huffed.

The spiky haired brunette grunted and narrowed heated eyes at his former teacher, "Iruka-sensei." He whined when his thrusts were stopped.

The Academy teacher snorted; he rocked and moved with the body beneath him, trying to get the younger man to slow down and lie still. Sliding his hands down from the youth's shoulders, Iruka lightly began to dig his fingers into the plump chuunin's flesh, pinching his way down the Akimichi’s chest.

The youth shivered and and opened his eyes. "D-do that again?" Chouji commanded while Iruka rewarded him a confused look. The chubby chuunin grunted and reached his hand up and flicked the tip of his nail against Iruka's right nipple.

"Oh." Iruka commented stupidly, and grabbed a nipple; pinching and rubbing the nub until it was erect. Feeling a bit daring Iruka allowed his hands to cup Chouji's breast.

Umino gave it a good squeeze. "Huh." the man breathed as he cupped the other sagging mound. 'So this is a man's breast... definitely not the same feel as a woman but,’ the teacher tugged on the flesh, feeling his fingers sink. 'But still just as of soft,' the scarred nosed ninja concluded, not really sure how else to feel.

Once again Chouji shuddered at the sensation and moved his hand to flatten against the teacher's spine, nails scratching the wing of the pony-tailed brunette’s shoulder blade. The Akimichi thrummed his fingers down the older man's vertebrae to palm and pick at the waistband of the older ninja's pants. The teenager cupped his palm against the firm swell of Iruka's bottom and squeezed the flesh, kneading it between his fingers.

The coped feel earned the Akimichi an approving gasp and the teacher squeezed his thighs around the youth's waist.

"Knock it off." Umino commanded his voice a little breathless as he continued to rub his rump against the palming hand. Chouji snickered, and flashed a grin as he slapped Iruka's bottom.

The teacher hissed and pulled the shaggy haired brunette's chest towards him as he crouched down to flick his tongue across a covered nipple, barring his teeth against it. Iruka felt his muscles stretch and contract beneath his lips and smirked, deciding to nibble just a bit harder against the nub.

Feeling the teacher's tongue and teeth lick and nip at his flesh, Chouji's in-much-need-of-attention erection renewed its fight against the restrictive confines of the teenager's briefs.

With a ragged suck of air, Iruka once again on his back. "I think were done with all that, I'm a bit desperate here, sensei." the swirl faced chuunin panted as grinded against Iruka's hip bone.

The teacher felt that hot piece of flesh dig into him, as teenager writhed and tried to find his release. Letting his eyes run across Chouji's fevered face, he knew the boy was truly bordering on torture.

Swallowing his pride and ethics, the pony-tailed brunette steeled himself. "O--okay." he said softly, the resignation very clear in his tone. "I'll need you to let me up for this." the teacher nagged and with a slightly peeved look the youth grudgingly rolled off the older ninja.

Umino nodded, and lifted his torso from the floor. He rubbed his shoulders and slid his gaze to watchful teen. The scarred nosed chuunin's hand drifted from his shoulder to his chest, where he proceeded to unconsciously, palm and rub against his nipples. "Back up and lean against the wall." the teacher ordered as he dropped his hands to his sides.

Akimichi did as he was told, waddling over towards the bookcase and plopping his rump on the floor. His spine leant back and he cracked opened his legs. "Anything else, Iruka-sensei?" the boy asked as the older brunette shook his head.

"No." Iruka sighed and crawled towards the plump ninja, reaching out towards the youth’s bulging groin.

Chouji sucked in a shuddering breathe.

Iruka cupped his hand, fondling the youth's heavy genitals. Umino rubbed his thighs together, as his body responded to such intimate contact. 'It’s unbearable...better hurry, if I'm like this from one pill.’ Iruka gulped, frowning at the damp layer of fabric that was an obstacle from touching the teenager’s scorching flesh. "Take off your pants Ch—

The teacher blinked as a pair of slacks was flung over his head to land in some dreary corner of the room, followed quickly by a pair of plain looking tighty-whitey briefs and if it were under any other circumstances Iruka would have teased the life out the teen.

"...Mom makes me wear them." the boy muttered gutturally as he tried to get the older male’s attention off his skivvies and focus on his manhood, as he got more comfortable on the floor.

Iruka swayed, and stared down at the darkish length of Chouji's sex. Umino's brown eyes followed the short patch of dark curls, towards the youth's heavy sacs, and sluggishly repeated the process with a pinched look on his face.

The teacher stopped and focused on the length of the youth's genitals. The scarred nosed man hummed. It was not as long as he was used to handling but that would probably change with another year or two but the thickness seemed right.

Gritting his teeth, the twitching lines in Chouji's visage shattered and reformed. He shoved his hand towards his length, the thick column straining desperately upwards as the Akimichi stroked released the hard organ, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on his former teacher.

Chouji squinted his eyes in impatience, his teeth gnashed together. "Iruka-senseiiiii." the youth whined and thrusted his hip.

The teacher gulped as his eyes helplessly followed the movement, watching the youth's length jerk and quiver. Iruka shivered. "Just a minute, damn-- teenagers these days." the man muttered, steeling himself.

With a deep exhale of breathe the pony-tailed brunette scooted closer to the plump ninja, kneeling between his spread thighs. 'Just get Chouji to come, then perhaps some sense can be knocked into him and we can get out of here.' Iruka thought, ignoring the pulsing ache in his own body.


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"Puhuu. Pu-hee!" Ton-Ton squealed. The little swine huffed and began butting its head into the kunoichi's leg, trying to get her attention.

Shizune shifted her eyes from the steamy sight happening inside the Scroll Room and glared mildly down at the pig. "I heard you the first time, I will stop those two... noting worse than having an affair in a government building." the jounin muttered as she dismissed the animal and returned to her peeping.

Wrinkling its nose, Ton-Ton crouched down to sit on the floor, waiting for her friend to gain some sense.

The black haired woman continued ignoring the swine, watching the Academy teacher and keeping her eye fixed on his crotch. 'Iruka-sensei'. the kunoichi gulped as she squirmed and opened the front of her shirt for some air. "Hot." she complained sweat beginning to form on her brow.

The young woman's face began to redden as the two men continued with their indecent activates. "Oh." Shizune moaned as she watched the scarred nosed teacher fondle Chouji's chest, her hand straying inside her shirt as she slipped her top to bunch under her breasts.

The small pig at her feet blanched quite humanly. "Pehhhh!?" The Hokage's pet squealed loudly, its eyes widening.

Shizune stared down at her breasts, not as bountiful as her teacher’s but just ass firm and she didn't have the sagging problem that Tsunade did. Shizune very much liked her breasts, she concluded as she cupped them.

Licking her lips she took a quick look to make sure she was alone and began to squeeze and knead, rolling her thumb and index finger between those sensitive nubs that became erect from her touch, that she wished were someone else’s.

The Hokage's assistant was breathing faster now as she felt a tingle between her legs that made her squeeze her thighs reflexively together. "Hmmm... Ir--." she bit her lip quieting her moan as she once again peaked through the window.


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A clear drop of a pale fluid had seeped from the slit on the Akimichi's cock and now slowly made its way down the shaft. The chubby chuunin wiggled and hissed as if burned.

Iruka could relate he could clearly feel the heat of a pent up release and he wasn’t too keen on washing the wet spot of that was already crusting on his boxers.

The pony-tailed brunette reached over and touched that drop, sweeping up the trail it left behind and brought his fingers to his mouth to be sucked.

Sweet.

Chouji's eyes bulged. 'Man, Iruka-sensei... he-- he's so sexy... I--wanna, I--wanna.' the chuunin cut short his inner monologue. "More." He ordered.

Iruka ceased his savouring of the rustic taste that melted onto his tongue; bristling at the command, Iruka reluctantly wrapped his fingers loosely around the shaft and stroked down slowly. The shaggy haired brunette made a keening sound in the bottom of his throat, as the teacher began pumping quickly, trying to finish the boy off.

"Oi, don't tug at my hair.” Umino groused as he felt fingers card through his brown locks, tugging at the hair till it finally snapped. ‘Why do they always snap it?’ Iruka questioned to himself as he continued with his ministrations.

Reaching out, Chouji got a good fistful of Umino's hair in one hand, and then he manhandled the older man’s head between his knees. Immediately his cock rubbed itself against the teacher's cheeks, balls smacking his chin. The chubby chuunin poked the scar nosed ninja's lips. "Please." the youth groaned, cupping Iruka’s jaw.

Continuing to ignore the warning bells ringing through his mind older chuunin opened his mouth and took in the plump ninja's length.

Chouji whimpered, turning his senses inward. The feeling of Iruka's breahe at the base of his cock was mind-blowing. Even the mere pressure from the teacher's lips was driving the teenager wild as Akimichi sluggishly began to rock and shift his hips as the hot, wet sensation of a searing tongue slid against his aching prick.

"This is the best. Nothing-- hhn, can beat this." the boy croaked as Iruka began to use his teeth, mumbling against the flesh in his mouth, most likely to disagree with his former student’s statement, there were many things that could beat a simple blowjob.

The plump chuunin ignored the urge of tightening his hold on the older ninja's hair and pulling him closer, forcing him to suck deeper. But wisely decided against it, it was better to let his former teacher choose his own pace.

And Iruka did. Slurping enthusiastically and swallowing the throbbing length deeper with each outgoing breath. Chouji was getting close… very close, with all the noise he was making.

And suddenly it was too much. Akimichi's pants hitched as he curled his back trying to bring the older man closer to his groin as his balls tightened and jerked. His toes curled and his hips thrashed as he experienced his first orgasm with another person. The teacher's hand on his hips, kept him anchored and prevented him from suffocating the older ninja as he Iruka sucked and sucked and finally swallowed.

The chubby chuunin's length was released from Iruka's mouth with a comical pop! as Umino wiggled his way away from the moaning and boneless Chouji and then began to pat down his skewed and finger-wrenched hair and then proceeded to glare at the boy.

Blushing sheepishly, "Sorry-- it was my first, you know." the youth pouted as he began to sag limply to the floor with a contented sigh.

The teacher groaned, trying to will away his erection. "That's what I was afraid of." Iruka muttered and collapsed on his side, digging his hands into his loose slacks.

The scar nosed man worked his hands up and down as his hips jerked and thrust. The pony-tailed chuunin lurched onto his back with a soft thud! as he spread his legs and palmed his balls, whimpering in the back of his throat.

Shaking off his post-coital haze, Chouji tiredly eyed his former teacher writhing desperately on the floor. 'Mou, why didn't sensei just ask.' the youth thought as he rolled onto his hands and knees, crawling towards the older man.

Umino felt the familiar twist in his stomach as the pressure grew too much, finally he was co-- "Chouji!" the man hissed as the Akimichi waddled over and crept between his spread legs, leaning down on his arms.

"Let me help, Sensei." the youth demanded in a dry, rough voice as he batted away the teacher's slick fingers and yanked his pants and boxers away, ears ringing when Iruka screamed his complaint. With a whistle the boy swatted away sticky fingers and grabbed the pulsing length between the teacher’s legs, marvelling at the different feel than his own prick.

Iruka cringed, eyes bulging as he bit his tongue. "Too-- too hard." the man gasped turning to wriggle away.

The shaggy haired brunette smiled sheepishly as he loosened his hold. "So--sorry, I'll do better, sensei." Chouji chirped, using his shoulders to stop the teacher from closing his legs.

"No. No, I don't want your-- err help, Chouji, just release the seal and opening the door." Umino gasped as he used sticky fingers to push on the teenager’s head, some of his cum spreading on the boy’s wild locks.

Eyes narrowed to slits, the youth snorted indignantly, "But I'm still horny." The Akimichi stated clearly as he jerked his chin towards his groin, his cock beginning to rise. "And so are you."

"Now, just a min--." Iruka began, planning to lie through his teeth and protest but ended his tirade with a groan when his former student leaned down to lick his cock.

A smile quirked upon the young man’s face, amused at how the engorged organ twitched and lengthened. Iruka's lips parted and he sucked in a quick breath. Chouji continued to tongue the scar nosed chuunin’s cock, sweeping Umino's testicles with broad, flat strokes, and then sinking further into the smooth flesh of his inner thighs.

With a moan the teacher parted his thighs eagerly, pulling his legs back with his hands until it rested against his shoulders.

'Finally.' the plump ninja thought, pleased with the pause in the teacher's complaints and continued to indulge in Iruka's most sensitive areas, taking that throbbing cock into his mouth.

It was difficult to suck when teacher refused to move with him, always awkwardly jerking away.

With a muffled grunt Chouji clenched a handhold into the meat of the older ninja’s buttocks, urging Iruka as deep as he could take him. "Errg." the boy choked and pulled back his head an inch.

After a brief coughing fit, Chouji decided to glaze Iruka's dick with saliva, flicking the tip of his tongue against the pulsing vein on the underside of Umino’s cock.

"Ahhh." Iruka cried out, hands shaking as he reached for Chouji but quickly stopped and buried his nails in his own palms. The swirl cheeked brunette laved the tip of the teacher’s dick in one teasing lick before exploring different areas, clicking his tongue as he tasted the salty fluid Iruka's length had leaked.

The scarred nosed ninja swallowed as much air as he could, his head falling backwards to thump on the floor, giving Chouji a good view of his smooth neck as his body continued to teeter over the edge.

The youth's tongue lapped at the smooth flesh between the testicles and the anus, lightly pushing away the thigh that was trying to block his view.

Chouji felt a whine rattle through his throat as he eyed that blushing wrinkle of flesh, as his hands continued their light tugs on Iruka's length. He took a taste; the lick was tentative and quick. His tongue circled in on the softly puckered muscle. The boy hummed. He could find himself liking this. The teenager took another lap, adding soft sucks around the rim.

And he received nothing but pleased moans from the man beneath him.

The shaggy haired brunette grinned, and continued assaulting the hole with his tongue, trying to time his thrusts with the jerks of his hand. The tight muscle was beginning to loosen quite nicely, allowing him to push farther in, giving him an idea of what he should try next.

Iruka's hips gave a final buck and he released his yells of pleasure. Hands curled desperately on the floor, refusing to grab Chouji's hair.

The plump ninja blinked, ears twitching to the frantic cries his former teacher was emitting and quickly retracted his tongue and leaned away from Umino, taking in the full vision of the older man coming as he writhed and shook on the floor, his release splattering on his flat stomach.

The orgasm left the scarred nosed man jerking on the floor, his chest heaving up and down. 'Damn.' Iruka gulped and felt his eyelids grow heavy and soon he saw nothing, his whole body still humming in pleasure.

It wasn't till he felt the full weight of another man settle on top of him did the teacher blink open his eyes. "Chouji, what-- umph!" the man muffled as his shirt, the final layer of clothing was yanked over him.

The plump ninja nodded, pleased with himself as he tossed the fabric over their heads. He bent forward and kissed Umino hungrily, rubbing his bare flesh against the equally naked teacher. The blood pooling to his groin once again filled his head with dangerous, hot thoughts as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock.

In his most daring act yet, Chouji pushed the tip of his length against Iruka's entrance, stroking it with circular motions, altering the pressure from light to hard as he lightly rocked his hips.

The pony-tailed brunette gasped in surprise and raised his arms to stop the teenager, but his wrists were quickly snatched and pinned to the floor over his head with a single large hand. Iruka growled his indignation.

Chouji snorted his response and allowed the tip of his cock to breach that wrinkle of skin, despite the re-awakening ache in his loins he still had enough control to tease the older man, waiting to hear so soft gasps and throaty moans.

Iruka shuddered, as Chouji entered him, despite the young man's eager rimming a few minutes ago, that wasn't enough to lubricate him, making the entry a little rough rough. 'I hate dry entries.' the man grouched, his opinion fuelled from previous experience. He glared at the youth above him. 'I hate this.' Iruka lied and attempted to free his hands.

Chouji's head reeled as he unconsciously tightened his grip against the hands fighting him; the smoothness of the teacher's inner thighs rubbing against his flanks intoxicated him, and then the older man's muscles would twitch and drive the youth wild.

The Akimichi moaned; he was going to bury himself to the hilt inside of Iruka.

'But...’ the boy looked at the grip he still held on Iruka's two wrists, pinned above the teacher's head. ‘He keeps saying he doesn't want to.’ Chouji retracted his hips and pulled his cock out of the tight, smouldering heat, keeping his eyes trained on Iruka's face.

He saw it.

The look of surprise and disappointment crossed the teacher's face, his lips twitching into a small frown "Why'd you… I mean--"

The plump ninja grinned, "Oh...oh, I see now." the youth purred as he dropped his groin towards Umino's and began to grind, wincing when he accidentally bumped his cock on Iruka's pubic bone.

Umino snorted, "See what? See that coming, you really have no rhythm." the teacher growled, the heat in his body clouding his mind as he tried to take control.

Hiding his pout, Chouji altered the angle of his hips and rubbed hic cock against the older chuunin's length, using his free hand to palm the teacher's balls.

Iruka gasped, his eyes beginning to close but narrowed his eyes dangerously when the youth pinched him on the testicles. The scarred nosed man stubbornly swallowed his cry.

"You want this too, sensei." Chouji insisted, ignoring Iruka's quick-tongued rebuke, he was getting nothing but denial from the teacher and that wasn't about to change, but words weren't the only way to communicate, so the chubby chuunin waited.

He waited for Iruka to make that final step to finish what had started between them. As much as the teenager wanted to hold the teacher down and fuck his way into his body in a frenzy of hormones, he wanted their to be something mutual between them. ‘I’m tired of taking.’

“Is it because I’m fat?” the boy inquired, uttering that single word that could send any Akimichi into an instant rage. The youth was curious; he really wouldn’t be surprised if that was the reason-- it was always the reason. Why he’s teased, why he’s picked last, why girls avoided h--

Iruka sputtered, a snarl warping his pleasant face. “Your weight has nothing to do with this!” the man barked, his teeth grinding in his frustration.

Now that was odd, Chouji thought, but then again Iruka-sensei was an odd man. Chouji’s weight always had to do with everything about him.

“This has to do with our age difference, the fact that I’m your former teacher; that were doing this on government property, that neither of us is using protection. It’s the fact that this is wrong Chouji. This is just so wrong, how many teachers in Konoha have sex with their students. I don’t want to do this with you!” the man growled.

The teenager shifted his weight, letting the older man’s words sink in. He blinked his eyes in confusion. “... But you’re hard.” He observed as he felt Iruka’s erection digging into his stomach. “I’m still hard.”

“It’s the pill.” The teacher sighed, fighting the urge to act upon his needs. It seemed he was getting through to the boy-- and none to soon for Iruka’s resolve was at its limit.

Leaning down to kiss the man’s neck, Chouji hummed. “But if it’s just the pill can’t we just leave it at that.” The plump ninja breathed as he began to nuzzle his check against warm skin. “If it’s just the pill making us feel this way can’t we just leave it at that and not worry about anything else.” The Akimichi argued, feeling his stomach turn.

It sounded stupid, even to his ears, but his head was too fuzzy to think of anything better to say.

There was a pregnant pause as Iruka allowed the bitter look to slip from his face as he fully relaxed on the floor. With a long, tired sigh, the teacher jerked his hips on his own accord and wrapped his legs around Chouji’s waist. Iruka's expression showed consent, no, utter desire, exactly what the teenager had been waiting for. And it couldn't have come at a better time.


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Shizune wobbled on her knees, sweat glistening on her face and on her sticky thighs. She was very much aware of that sudden warm tension in her groin. The Kunoichi curled her spine, her body growing limp as she grew more sensitive, aware of her lower lips growing heavy and moist. Her clit throbbed beneath the hood. She wiggled her rump, squeezing and clenching as if waiting in anticipation for something, anything.

"Yesss." the woman hissed, as she slid a finger between her thighs. She pressed in using sluggish, teasing strokes, working her clit through her panties.

The black haired woman felt her legs grow weak as a sudden strong rush of pleasure made her body twitch. She pressed her finger more firmly in the crack, rubbing her clit rubbing herself all over. Growing annoyed with her soaked underwear she tugged it out of the way and pushed her fingers into her aching cunt.

With her other hand the kunoichi squeezed her breast, squeezing her nipple and shook as she orgasmed.

Catching her breath, Shizune nibbled her lips tiredly watching the Akimichi heir tentatively lick Iruka's long, hard length. The woman clacked her teeth, wondering if she would be able to swallow the teacher. With a sigh the medical ninja slid her other hand up to her other breast and kneaded until the aftershocks of her orgasm died down.

“What am I doing?”


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Releasing the teacher's wrists Chouji cupped a generous amount of the older man's rump and positioned himself against his entrance.

Sweat glistened on the two ninja’s faces. Chouji nervously eyed his former teacher. The scarred man caught his gaze and nodded, tightening his hold on Choujis' waist and wrapped his arms around the boy's neck.

Quickly before any minds were changed, the youth slammed in, straight to the hilt. "Its-- its in." the boy choked to himself not registering Iruka’s hiss of pain, his inexperience showing.

Chouji offered the older man an apologetic look and kissed his chin, his jaw, he kissed him all over his handsome face.

"Tight fit." the teenager gritted through his teeth as he was nearly pushed back out by the older man’s muscles. Aligning their chests, the Akimichi sunk his fingers into flesh of Iruka’s buttocks and pounded back inside.

Iruka shivered, as that delicious pressure scraped across his prostate, a cry catching in his throat.

The youth stole a kiss trying to suck the very breathe from his former teacher, and successfully stifling the noise he and Iruka were making.

Sliding his nails from the shaggy haired brunette's shoulders, Iruka grabbed a piece of the teen’s flanks and dragged his hold until he was squeezing the boy’s very obvious love handles, giving them a good tug.

The Akimichi blushed, opening his mouth to complain.

Iruka tightened his legs around the Akimichi waists fed up with the first-timers jerky thrusts. "Fo-- follow me." Iruka panted as he began to rock his hips against Chouji's cock, waiting for the youth to follow his timing, to find the right angle and stroke him just so.

Soon Chouji is coordinating several long and strong propulsions, and with renewed urgency he takes up a more fevered pace drilling even further when Iruka slides his legs to his shoulders and widens his hips with a whine. Thrusting fast and deep, with each plunging stroke he releases some of the raw desire that has been building within both of them.

The shaggy haired brunette ears twitched as the melted mass of his brain finally began to register the little whimpers Iruka was emitting, deciphering his nonsense and felt his chest swell with pride.

"Ahhh, God... so good." the older man groaned and groaned over and over in a steady mantra as he was filled. Iruka writhed madly under him, releasing his grip on Chouji’s handles and grasping blindly at the floor for the some purchase.

The swirl faced teenager dragged his tongue across every part of the older man that he could reach without giving up his position between the teacher's legs, all the while stroking in an unbelievably powerful rhythm. The youth tasted everything that he was claiming as his, marking the teacher with his teeth and lips.

Umino’s shoulders and butt slammed repeatedly into the floor, the heels of his foot digging into the Chouji's back. Both are past the point of no return—neither could stop even if their friends and families, hell the Hokage herself came up and smashed her way inside.

They can't stop pumping, won't stop until their completely spent, until the heavy heat in the pit of their gullets disperse all over each other. Animal noises erupted from the teacher’s throat as he yanked his former student closer, devouring his lips and swallowing his tongue.

The younger man could feel himself nearing his own edge as he worked himself madly to get Iruka there, too. He pulled the older ninja up from the floor and tilted him forward to seat him deeper on the swirl faced chuunin’s cock.

Iruka shrieked at the new position and Chouji gave himself a metaphorical pat on the back for his correct placement, he turned on the hydraulics to drive into that small bump that made the teacher carnal and savage beneath him.

Umino's inner muscles pulsed more urgently around his length, bringing the teenager closer to climax. He moaned loudly, crying out.

The explosion of the Akimichi's orgasm hits him, shaking him as if he were having a spasm. His seed surged into the teachers as that tight hole clenched around his prick like fingers, rubbing and squeezing against his cock.

Dark, hazy spots shimmered in and out of his vision, as the sated face of Iruka was replaced by darkness.


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He wasn't sure how many minutes after his release it was as Chouji opened his eyes, completely sprawled against the older man, still buried within Iruka and very reluctant to leave that tight, heat.

Chouji shifted slightly, a sigh rumbling through his chest and out his dry mouth. "Umhhh, did you come?" he asked quietly, he had been forgone in his own rapture to remember if Iruka had fallen over the edge as well.

Iruka twitched; his entrance twitched causing Chouji to hiss at the little clench around his sensitive cock. "... Yes." the man muttered.

The heavy set chuunin sighed in relief nuzzling his face against Iruka's cheek. "Hnnn, I was good then?" the teenager asked jokingly, his heart speeding up, anxious to hear the teacher's response.

Iruka snorted and gave the youth no answer.

Chouji wasn't the least slighted at the silence and bit Iruka's lips. "You were good, sensei." he mumbled with a full mouth as Iruka whimpered softly and opened his mouth.

"All that and a bag of chips."

The older man coughed, hacking through his mouth as he glared up at the older boy, not wanting to be reminded of the snack food that he had used to drag the boy into this mess.

"In fact." the youth purred into the teacher's ear as he took an experimental thrust, feeling that familiar heat pool into his belly.

"I think were ready to open another bag, sensei."


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Straightening her rumpled and soiled clothing, the kunoichi threw a sad look towards the door that had blocked her from a possible important person in her life in more ways than one. She didn't know what was going on between Iruka-sensei and the Akimichi boy... but sex like that couldn't be just in the moment.

The young woman nodded, deciding to tell her that Iruka-sensei was slacking off and slandering her name... the man did need some punishment for trampling her feelings.

"Yosh." Shizune cheered sadly, her heels clicking on the floor as she was making her way up the stairs, keeping an eye out for Ton-Ton, vaguely remembering the swine running off after her second or third orgasm.


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"Ohhhh-- when I get my hands on that fat idiot." the very pretty blonde teenager hissed as she wriggled her fingers. She eyed the lazy boy at her side and then glared down the street. "Not like he's hard to spot-- damnit, I cut my date short because Chouji wanted a get together and now he doesn't show." the girl complained and fisted her hands.

The young man at her side merely shrugged and took a bitter puff from his cigarette. "He'll show-- and you know the rules, the last person to arrive pays." Shikamaru drawled gently, calming the young woman.

Ino tugged at her shirt. "Yeah-- but who cares, you guys know that I'm on a diet." the girl moaned and flexed her shoulders. The following sharp crack, made both ninjas wince.

The Nara heir exhaled in the girl's face, waving the cigarette in his hand. "Another one-- I thought you said you reached your 'goal'." the genius quoted.

The kunoichi pursed her lips, a clear indication of her annoyance. "No... I just said that, to shut Chouji up-- he did lose a lot of baby fat on that last mission of his." the girl muttered as her team-mate nodded his agreement.

Ino stared down at her own thighs. "Bastard." she whispered softly.

Edging away, Shikamaru released a long sigh. "Girls." he muttered and sucked on his cigarette. Yamanaka's hackles rose as she bared her teeth. "Oh-- there's Chouji!" the male teenager called a little loudly, successfully distracting the blonde.

Ino crossed her arms under her breasts. "Oi, your late fatt..." the kunoichi trailed off and derailed from using the insult and it wasn't the disapproving frown from the team-leader or the common knowledge that using the f word around an Akimichi was suicidal.

No, and with a quick look to Shikamaru, the brains of the outfit, it seemed he had also picked up something different about their approaching team-mate. Ino straightened her back and eyed the plump ninja.

She truly had never seen Chouji walk-- strut with such confidence before. Head held high, his usually bagging tunic seemed a bit more formfitting that showed off his girth instead of leaving people to guess if it was him or the clothes and the large smile on his face as he munched on a dango stick, sucking the treats lewdly into his mouth.

"Hi." the Akimichi chirped, swallowing the last dango and then sucked and swivelled the empty stick into mouth.

Ino and Shikamaru shared mutually confused looks. "Hello?" they responded together, in synch. A long silence came after that, with the relation the three shared—another generation of the Ino-Shik-Chou trio, words were not the only way to understand one another.

Feeling generous, and unused to having the upper hand on both of his team-mates and at the same time no less, the swirl faced chuunin cut his friends some slack. Besides he was bursting to tell.

Crossing his arms behind his back Chouji stood tall and proud and smirked at his team-mates, his grin all teeth as his eyes lit up.

Always the genius the Nara youth raised his brow after a few seconds at the silent revelation and crowed. "No way-- who?"

The kunoichi blinked in confusion. 'Hate when they ignore me.' the girl growled mentally and glared at the both of them.

The chubby chuunin smiled at the confused girl and patted her on the shoulder. "Ino-chan, it’s now down to: two out of three." Akimichi crooned and winked at the girl.

The kunoichi repeated the words and then again. It was quite amusing to the two men, when they saw the metaphorical light bulb shine above her already bright head.

Restraining herself from reaching out her hands and shaking the Akimichi, Ino coolly laced them behind her head. "So who did the dirty deed?" Yamanaka questioned, desperately containing her squeals.

Surprising his friends, Chouji reached over and snagged one of Shikamaru's cigarettes and quickly lit it, sucking it into his mouths. "Not for you to know-- their real classy, doesn't like to broadcast personal affairs." the Akimichi coughed and promptly spat the cigarette on the ground after a big inhale.

Shikamaru saved his best friend the task of putting it out as he simply grounded the stick of nicotine under his foot.

Ino laughed, very high and annoying. "Classy, huh," she purred and wrapped an arm around the chubby boy's shoulder. "Whatever-- we'll discuss this after were done ordering, I'm so hungry I can out eat you Chouji." the girl joked as she lead them towards Yakiniku, in the mood to forget her diet. "Shikamaru, you're buying." she added swiftly

The cigarette in his mouth flicked to the opposite corner and was the only sign of the jounin's protest.

A mischievous smile curled upon the blonde's face. "You know the rules, last to arrive pays." she reminded and Chouji quickly nodded his agreement, eyeing the jounin's reaction.

Wrinkling his nose, the Nara heir merely trotted ahead, not giving his comrades a glance. The blonde snorted her laughter, grabbing Chouji by the hair and quickly caught up to their leader.

Grimacing at the hold Ino had on his wild mane, the Akimichi shifted his head with a quick tug. With a throb, Chouji had to admire Ino's strong and unrelenting grip... but how could he truly focus on the bits of hair in Ino's palm when he saw a very familiar Academy teacher trotting across the street.

Their eyes met.

The plump ninja smiled cheerily and waved, resisting the urge to walk over towards the teacher. The scar nosed chuunin blanched, nearly dropping his papers and quickly shuffled down the street without even a backwards glance.

The Akimichi watched him go, feeling a little irked at the brush off.

Shikamaru felt his cigarette drop to the ground, 'I don't believe...' he thought to himself as he grounded the stub with his heel and continued to walk ahead.

'Couldn't be.'


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With a sigh, one of the best teacher's of Konoha's Ninja Academy rested his head on his desk, his little charges had been dismissed for the day and he was left to grade papers and create next week's lectures on formations for battles, recons and in unknown territory.

Iruka groaned. "I need a vacation." he muttered softly as he felt his mind begin to slip and wander for the umpteenth time that day.

Knock! Knock!

The scar nosed teacher grabbed the nearest sheet of paper and took out his red pen, immediately putting a check mark beside a blot of writing. "Come in." the man called with a strained voice and continued the illusion of a hard working teacher, not paying any attention to his guest. One of the kids probably left something.

"Hello sensei." a voice chirped as the newcomer kicked the door shut and waltzed towards the teacher, who had gone completely still, his red pen quivering in his grip.

The older of the two ninjas shuddered and stared at a chubby face. "Ahh-- hello... Chouji." the man croaked and slid his gaze from the teenager to the shut door.

The Akimichi snickered and scratched his hand behind his back. "I didn't seal the door this time." he laughed, through a slitted gaze.

Umino relaxed at that, slightly as he continued to watch the young man before him, pondering his appearance. "Cho--"

The plump ninja's hand twitched. "So how are you?" the youth asked and blinked at Iruka's blank look. "You were limping a bit the last time I saw you." the man joked as he sat himself down on the desk.

The pony-tailed brunette growled, rising from his seat and slamming his hands on his desk. "Now you see here, you little assho--" the teacher was cut off from his rant, not that he didn't try his hardest to continue but the tongue inside his mouth was too distracting.

The swirl faced ninja curled his hand behind his former instructor's neck, tugging the older man closer. This was not how Chouji thought he should apologize to the older chuunin but it sure felt good.

The chubby chuunin nibbled on Iruka's bottom lip. 'I can't get enough.'Chouji thought desperately. Umino had become quite a tasty dish to the Akimichi, something he wanted to devour over and over again. Iruka just made him feel different made him feel soo hungry.

'And he feels the same way too.' the spiky haired brunette concluded as Iruka moaned into his mouth and lapped his tongue against his. With another nip, Chouji broke the connection between.

As if released from a genjutsu, Umino's wits seemed to have returned and he opened his mouth wide to curse and yell.

"I didn't come for-- I came to apologize, Iruka-sensei." Chouji blurted out quickly as he stepped away. "I'm sorry about what happened in the Scroll room and just now." Chouji said softly not really sorry at all.

He had loved the feeling of the teacher pressed up against him, crying, whining and writhing in his arms, but he wasn't suicidal enough to say it.

The scar nosed ninja frowned but decided to take what he could get... he could smell a very poor lie, a mile away. "Uhh- thank you, Chouji lets just put that incident behind us." Iruka said, always the responsible teacher.

The younger of the two ninja's nodded and headed towards the door. "I’ll be leaving now Iruka-sensei." he called but fixed the pony-tailed man with a heated look. "But if you ever need another helping hand, don't be afraid to ask. I don't leave on my next long-term mission until next month." he purred and licked his lips.

Iruka blushed, averting his gaze innuendo and when he went to glare at the teenager he was already gone.

"Uhhh." the man groaned and collapsed in his chair, rubbing his legs together.


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It had been a week and half since Iruka's ... tryst with his former student Akimichi Chouji, a week and a half full of one strutting and haughty chubby young man that grinned and winked whenever Iruka crossed his path.

The Academy teacher's eye quirked, he just wanted to smash the cocky look on the boy’s face. Honestly, Chouji’s actions towards him were like some love-sick teenager. Iruka shuddered, causing the overly excited jounin on top of him to continue their ministrations of nibbling on his neck with a renewed vigour.

'He is a teenager.' Iruka moaned, wanting to push the man above him off and out of his apartment. He just wasn't feeling it tonight... nor did he think he'd be feeling it any other night, not with him.

The brunette didn't see himself as shallow, but he truly never dated or even considered a big lover, male or female, but after being with Chouji, even with his inexperience...

Umino closed his eyes and just remembered the feel, of being so full, 'Someone help me but it was good.' Iruka purred as his current lover began top pinch his nipples, slowly working down his body.

The scarred nosed man eyed his pawing and clingy partner; he was lithe and fit if a bit lanky when he carried himself. However the hollowed cheeks, thin flanks, bony hands and knobbly knees that once said edgy, dangerous, a challenge to seduce and a cat in bed, now said undernourished and undersexed. Iruka bit back a laugh.

The teacher grunted, snapped out of his reverie as he glared wide-eyed at the jounin. The bastard had penetrated, him no warning or anything. "Oii." the scarred nosed man hissed, gritting his teeth together.

The teacher's lover smirked down at him and sluggishly rolled his hips, "Not paying attention... and besides you left yourself open, chuunin." the man shifted his body, so that their torsos were aligned and leaned in closer, his nose touching the teacher’s. "How could I resist?" the ninja jibed.

Iruka muttered something unintelligent under his breathes and began to rock his hips into the rhythm of thrusts that shook and sparked a familiar heat in his loins.

But the moment came and went, leaving Iruka mildly sated and his partner snoozing by his side. "Hmmm." the chuunin thought. It was different. It was different and it rankled him. Why was there such a difference? It seemed as to making love to a heavy-set man rather than a skinnier one is as different between wearing comfortable slacks and wearing a rough piece of leather built to be worn for a few hours.

Enjoying a plump lover for the first time was like... Iruka shifted. It was like collapsing on to a fluffy sofa after years spent thrashing around on a deflated air mattress. There was also the comforting feeling about having weight on top of you, to the side of you and under you, to be completed encompassed by one’s partner.

The scarred nosed man sighed and grabbed the arm that was draped across his waist. "A little scrawny... but I'm no better myself." the chuunin muttered, as he tried to remember the sensation of fullness, of a certain heavy feeling all around him.

'Crap.' Iruka dropped the arm, the limb landed on his hip with a whump! 'I can't believe I'm actually--.' The brunette flushed. The Akimichi youth, the youth who had completely ruined... expanded his sexual life flitted through his mind... cocky smirk, poorly flung innuendoes, pick-up lines and all.

Umino didn't know whether he should be disgusted or amused, but it really didn't matter for he found the idea of visiting the Akimichi compound more appealing with every panting breathes he took.

Iruka blinked.

When had he started panting?

Shaking his head, the ninja settled back into his bed, nudging his guest to the other end of the mattress. With a yawn, Iruka grounded his head against his pillow.

His left eye peeked open, maybe it was the sleep talking but... 'He did say he wouldn't be leaving the village till next month'.

....

....

‘....It’s settled I'll pick up a bag of chips tomorrow.'


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