Emotional Training

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

A/N: I've tried to fix all the discontinuity displayed in the original story on ff.net, but I might have missed something...an imaginary cookie to anyone who can point out any mistakes I made.

DISCLAIMER(part 2): this fic contains underage sex, violence, swearing (you have been warned).


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NIGHT ONE

(Azuma/Ino)

Ino had never been to her sensei's home before, but she knew where it was nonetheless. Sarutobi Asuma lived in an apartment complex shared by many of the bachelor shinobi. Looking up at the four story building, Ino couldn't help but give a shudder of disgust. The place was filthy. More than that--the kind of filth that layers upon itself until it becomes solid. She made her way up the stairs, carefully avoiding the fast food bags and grease spots. The whole place could use a woman's touch, she decided. But like hell was she gonna be the woman to clean it.

Asuma's apartment was on the second floor. Ino saw that it was unique from the others, in that it didn't have any clutter around the door. Even the paint on the door front seemed fresher, and less chipped than the others. She knocked on the wooden surface, and waited.

Ino'd been faintly nervous about this 'special training' for months now, but, as the day drew closer, her nervousness was constantly with her. The blonde had decided something yesterday, though: No matter what she felt on the inside, she'd remain outwardly confident. Confidence was a very attractive trait, and one that, as a shinobi, was necessary to exhibit at all times. Even with this conviction, Ino nearly ran away when Asuma answered the door. He had faint circles under his eyes from not sleeping, and he was fidgety, as if he couldn't decide what to do with himself. Ino'd been worried about her own nervousness, but she never dreamed that Asuma-sensei would be anything but himself. Asuma always overflowed with a lusty zeal for the fight, an assurance in who he was and what he was capable of. She had always been faintly jealous of this poise, and she always tried to emulate it--often falling short, as she knew very well. This timid man wringing his hands in the doorway, wasn't her Asuma-sensei.

"Please, come inside, Ino-chan," he greeted her with a faint smile, rather sheepish.

Just because, her teacher wasn't acting like his usual self, didn't mean that she still couldn't try to be confident her self. "Thank you, sensei."

The inside of the apartment was even tidier than the outside, not a piece of refuse or unwashed clothing lying about. It was small, only one room really--the kitchen blocked off by a counter, and the bathroom just a closet. As for furniture, there was an old couch by the door, a low table in front of it that served as both coffee and dining table, and, across the room, tucked under the counter, a one-person futon. Simply the sight of the futon made Ino blush, she recovered herself quickly though, and sat primly on the couch.

Asuma was, quite frankly, a wreck. He hadn't slept well the last few nights, worried about this night and the two following it. Even though he was a jounin in his mid-late twenties, with years of experience on the field of battle, Asuma was practically a novice when it came to love. He'd only been with two women before in his life, both with much more experience than himself. He was a bit old-fashioned--he'd been dating Kurenai for months now, and they still hadn't done more than kiss. Out of the whole of Konoha, only Kurenai knew about his insecurity--Kurenai herself was actually an accomplished lover, but Asuma's masculine pride hadn't allowed him to ask the kunoichi for advice.

Siting on the couch, not quite next to his student, Asuma asked, "Where's Chouji? I thought he was supposed to come tonight."

Ino, reminding herself about confidence, scooted closer to the jounin, "He's with Shikamaru tonight."

Asuma raised one dark eyebrow in surprise, "I had no clue they were a couple."

"Well, they're not--it's just for tonight."

Asuma was relieved, it's not like he had anything against the boy, he just wasn't into men. He'd never been with another man before and had a childish fear of doing something wrong. Now both Chouji and Shikamaru were both taken care of; that was best, they were good friends after all.

"Would you like some tea?" He knew there was only so much time they would be able to waste with pleasantries and small talk, but he'd take it.

"Hot tea sounds nice, it's a little chill outside."

The jounin had some already made on the stove. They drank it, not really tasting it, and left the empty cups on the coffee table. Afterwards they sat in silence, not knowing what to do.

Asuma became aware of how heavy his flak-jacket had become, and slipped it off. Ino blushed again, and this time the jounin caught it; he started to put the green vest back on, but she stopped him. "Wait, don't be silly, sensei." Asuma let it fall.

So it's started, Ino thought. As she took out the hair tie from her high pony-tail, the kunoichi spoke hesitantly, "Asuma-sensei? Um...I think this...this training will be a lot easier if...uh...I mean, just for tonight..."

"What is it Ino?"

Taking a steadying breath, she started over, "I believe that we'll both find this much easier if, only for tonight, we pretended that you aren't my teacher." How was that for confident.

Auma was taken back, he wasn't quite sure what to say.

"If you don't approve, of course we could just forget I said anything." Ino's courage was just about to pop completely out of existence, when the jounin spoke.

"I think that's an excellent idea." He was relieved; tonight he wasn't her teacher, tonight he was her lover.

Asuma approved! Ino's confidence sored--he thought her idea was excellent!

"Asuma-san?"

Having his student call him that was a little strange...but also vaguely exciting. "Yes, Ino-chan?"

"You can kiss me, if you wish."

The jounin froze. Ino didn't. She put her hands on either side of his face and leaned in with eyes closed.

Asuma's beard was deliciously rough against her skin; all of her previous boy-friends had been clean shaven--real baby faces--but this...this was how a man's face was supposed to feel.

He was surprised, to say the least; was Ino really a virgin? The jounin knew she was, but her lips against his said differently--the blonde was a good, no, a great kisser. Asuma let his lids drop and deepened the kiss, parting her lips with his. Ino didn't miss a beat, sliding her practiced tounge into the older man's mouth. Their tounges danced along each other, learning the other's shape.

Soon Asuma had to break for air, and once again the kunoichi took advantage of the opportunity given. The jounin thought he'd never breathe again when Ino took her shirt off. Breasts quite plump and full for their age, were framed by the black and purple lace of her bra. The pale, flat expanse of her stomach was more than tempting--Asuma's own stomach tied itself into knots at the sight.

"Is something wrong, Asuma-san?" But the blonde chunin didn't give him time to answer, as she trailed fluttering kisses along his neck, pressing those beautifully shaped breasts into his chest. "N-no, nothing's wrong," his voice quavered as her long-fingered hands slipped under the back of his shirt. Asuma now officially felt ridiculous. He was fed up with acting like a school boy--was this anyway for the lover of a beautiful woman to act? That question was easy enough to answer.

Only disentangling himself from her long enough to remove his shirt, Asuma laid Ino on the couch, and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"Ino-chan?"

It took her a moment to get back enough breath to answer, "Yes, Asuma-san?"

"What's the farthest you've ever been with a man?"

The mood was ruined. The air between them was now tense and cold; Asuma immediately regretted asking.

"Um, well, this," Ino indicated their situation with a wave of her hand.

Awkwardly, the two sat up, not really looking at one another. After an uneasy minute, Asuma broke the silence. "Would you like any more tea?"

It was almost funny, but Ino didn't laugh. "No. I think we should continue with the training." They both moved to the futon in the corner with out really looking at one another. Never looking up from his hands, Asuma unhooked the sash from his waist and removed his pants, then he pushed aside the futon's thin blanket. Ino followed suit, and, left only in her underwear, she laid on the white mat.

Sitting beside her, the bearded jounin kissed her lightly--she gave him a small smile. Looking at his pupil, practically bare, Asuma covered her up to the stomach with his blanket. No amount of pretending was going to work, Ino was his student and he was her teacher. Only a lover had the right to see so much of a woman's body. Slipping a hand beneath the covers, he slid her underwear past her knees, Ino kicked the garment the rest of the way off. Asuma ran his large hand up to her hip, exhaled, and moved inward. Ino fidgeted uncomfortably, but let her legs fall open just enough to allow the jounin room.

She was dry--not surprising. "Ino, if you need me to stop, just tell me." Using repetitive circles, he rubbed the hot place between her legs, and, leaning forward, Asuma kissed her neck. This had always worked for his past lovers, he was hopping it'd hold true for Ino as well. Her even breathing started to speed up, chest moving rapidly with the breaths. The jounin could feel the flesh beneath his fingers slickening. Starting to sweat, scared as hell, Asuma drew back his hand.

Ino heard the crisp whisper of Asuma's boxers being slipped off, and she found that she was completely calm. Well, not exactly calm, the jounin's administrations had felt quite wonderful. She felt..she felt eager.

Far from being eager himself, the jounin felt like he had a solid ball of sick in his stomach; of course he knew the practicality behind this 'training', but nothing could convince him that it was right--practical or not. Asuma joined his student beneath the futon's sheet, the furthest from a hard-on that he'd ever been in his life. "I can't, Ino."

"What?" The most beautiful look of confusion crinkled her brow, and Asuma had to close his eyes at the sight.

"I can't, Ino...I can't get..."

Ino's blue eyes widened in understanding. "Oh."

He didn't want to look at her, "I'm sorry, Ino-chan, I really am s...sor... Ino-chan!" Azuma's eyes flew open, he could see (and feel) what the blonde girl was doing--he just couldn't believe it. Ino was stroking his cock. She was actually jerking him off.

Confidence. No one could say that she was hesitant or timid. She was taking action, even if her sensei couldn't--for whatever reason.

"HMmmM. In-Ino-chan, sto...stop."

Ino looked down. She could see that the jounin was red and think in her hand, almost pulsing. Asuma was ready. "Now, Asuma-san."

"Sensei. Asuma-sensei--I'm your teacher still."

"Now, Asuma-sensei. Please."

It happened, and it hurt. Even though she was wet--wetter than ever before in her life--it still hurt. The jounin entered her in a single thrust, stretching her un-tried insides far too quickly. Over the tang of their sweat, Ino could smell the iron of her own blood. Asuma's breathing was coming in quick grunts as he thrusted faster and faster inside of her, and none of this felt remotely pleasant anymore. She was aware of how big his hands were on her shoulders, how broad and tall his torso was--frankly just how BIG Asuma was. He could crush her.

"Kami-sama!" His sac was so tight and everything just felt so good and-- "OH!"

Ha. It was over, he felt so relieved, but then he saw Ino's face. "Oh...Ino-chan..."

Her face was in a fierce wince, and tears had leaked from the corners of her eyes. But she wasn't making a sound (so brave). In that moment Asuma hated himself. Despite all of his preaching to himself about Ino being his student and not a lover, he had treated her like his past girlfriends. They hadn't minded being loved like this, hard and through. Of course not--they hadn't been virgins. All of the things that you were supposed to do with a virgin suddenly entered his head: go slow, use lubrication and stretch the cavity, pay attention for any signs that your hurting her. "Ino...I'm s--"

"Don't." Her large blue eyes were shimmering with tears. "Don't say your sorry, Asuma-sensei." With a shaking hand, she caressed his bearded cheek, and gave him a smile. Taking the sheet with her, Ino stood up, with some trouble to tell the truth, and disappeared into the bathroom with her clothes.

Asuma put on his shorts without even cleaning himself, and noticed the blood on his futon. It almost had a lurid, neon glow.

Ino was in the bathroom so long, that the jounin began to worry, but, before he could go to check up on her, she emerged, fully clothed. Hands folded in front of her, she bowed politely, "Good night, Asuma-sensei. I'll see you at the training grounds in the morning."

"Your excused from tomorrow's genjutsu training, Ino-chan," he almost whispered.

"Don't be silly. I'll see you in the morning." Looking like her normal, up-beat self, she walked out the door, blonde pony-tail swaying behind her.

This was just training. He hadn't been the best of teachers, but the student came through it just fine... Tomorrow there would be other training to complete, and his students would come through that just fine as well. For now, it was time to have a shower, wash his sheets, and go to sleep. Or at least try to.

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(Kakashi/Sasuke)

Sasuke valued punctuality, Kakashi-sensei had told him to arrive at 10:00p.m. (a ridiculously late hour, since the silver-haired jounin wanted them to be at the training grounds by dawn the next morning), and that's what he had done. As the hour hand ticked into place, Sasuke knocked firmly on the door. And no one answered. He repeated the knock three more times--no answer

Tck, typical, Kakashi was never on time, even to a meeting at his own apartment. Bastard.

Sasuke tried the door-knob, and wasn't surprised to find it unlocked (it didn't do much good to lock your door in a village full of trained ninja, who could pick a lock as easily as going through an open window). He'd wait for his squad leader inside.

The room was pitch black. Sasuke reached for a light, but found he couldn't move. Someone larger than himself had twisted the chunin's right arm behind his back, and clutched Sasuke's left wrist tight to his chest. Wrapped in his assaulter's arms, the Uchiha didn't cry out or resist--there was only one person it could be after all. "Kakashi-sensei, what's the meaning of this. I'm not in the mood for one of your games."

Sasuke sounded haughty and bored with the whole situation, Kakashi planed on changing that. "If an enemy were to have you at his mercy, like I have you at mine, you would have to play 'one of his games.'"

Sauske could feel his sensei's sinister smile against his ear. He understood what the jounin had in mind. A simulation. Kakashi would act the part of the enemy shinobi, and Sasuke would be the victim (a common enough training technique).

"Understand, Sasuke-kun?" Kakashi's lips whispered dangerously on the rim of the pale boy's ear, and the boy gasped. Sasuke gasped, not because of what was said, but because he'd felt Kakashi's bare lips on his skin--the jounin wasn't wearing his mask.

"What's wrong, Sasuke-kun?" The older man drew out the end of the sentence seductively--it made Sasuke's skin craw with disgust. Kakashi gave a sudden sharp pull to the arm behind the Uchiha's back. Sasuke gritted his teeth from the pain, but refused to cry out. "Answer me."

After a long minute, the jounin let Sasuke go. Sasuke rubbed at his aching shoulders, distrustful of this momentary freedom. "Believe me, Sasuke-kun, before the night ends, you will submit to me. I will break that pride."

Like hell, the chunin thought, but there was also a bit of uncertainty in the back of his mind--Kakashi sounded like he meant business. Well, let the tired, old fool try; an Uchiha is made of stronger stuff.

"After you, sweetie." Kakashi pushed Sasuke to the floor. "Forward--move, now."

Gritting his teeth to keep from cursing his superior, the boy got to his feet defiantly slow, and walked in the pitch blackness of the living room. He could still feel that sickly smile clinging to his skin; Sasuke rubbed at his ear, trying to make it go away.

"Faster."

Kakashi pushed flush against him in that dark hallway, "I want that sweet, little ass of yours now," and the jounin grabbed Sasuke through his shorts. "I promise you, I will enjoy this." With another squeeze for good measure, he let go and pushed the boy again.

The chunin slammed face first into Kakashi's bedroom door, opening it the hard way, and landing painfully on the wood-panneled floor. Well, that sucked.

"Oh, isn't that pretty; the back of your head is just gorgeous."

How the fucking hell could he tell in this black? Fuck this anyway--enough was enough. Jumping up, red in the face, Sasuke's voice shook with rage, "I refuse to continue this act! I will not be treated in such--guck!" He couldn't breathe. The older man had him by the neck, pushed flat on to the bed in the middle of the room. The metal coils of the mattress cut into his back, and he really couldn't breathe.

"Act?" Kakashi laughed venom. "Act? I'm sick of your attitude: your complete lack of respect for your team mates, your superior air, and your disloyalty--you care more for your own revenge than the people of this village who love and accept you. In short, I'm a little 'frustrated' with you. It's said that keeping your frustration inside isn't healthy; well, what better opportunity than this to release it?"

Just as Sasuke began to turn blue, the jounin removed his hand from the younger boy's throat. Sasuke sat up, coughing great horse coughs, but, even though he now had a chance to run, he didn't. He refused to be intimidated--he was an Uchiha after all. Esophagus burning, Sasuke managed to whisper, "Go to hell, sensei."

"See, that's what I mean, that attitude right there. Sometimes your just too cool for your own good." With that, Kakashi nimbly flipped his student onto his stomach, and tied his pale, thin wrists to the bedpost with a thong of tough canvas cloth. "This is how I want you, so I can see that gorgeous, spiky head of yours."

"Fuck you."

Sasuke could swear that he could hear that oily smile, "Quite the contrary, my little Uchiha, the point of this exercise is for me to fuck you." The sliver-haired jounin ripped off the boy's shorts, tearing the seems noisily and rubbing Sasuke's legs red with the force of the cloth breaking. The chunin felt air on his bare skin as Kakashi did the same with his boxers, and the cold made him shiver. The pressure on the mattress shifted, as Kakashi got up. Sasuke couldn't see anything in the dark, but he could hear the jounin undressing. "It's a bit cold in here, isn't it, Sasuke-kun? But we'll be warm very, very soon." It was a threat.

Tch, let the old man do his worst, the Uchiha thought bitterly, I'll never break.

"Ooo, I was right, you do have a sweet, little ass." Kakashi's chili fingers caressed Sasuke's smooth backside, lifting him onto his knees, before cupping the cheeks with both hands and squeezing until the chunin was sure he'd have bruises. Kakashi leaned over his pupil, rock hard cock teasing Sasuke's cleft, pebble like nipples brushing the boy's shoulder blades, as he whispered, almost lovingly in that pale ear, "This will hurt."

No sound came from the boy, he bit his lip to keep the sound in, because it did hurt. Oh, did it hurt. The jounin had a vice grip on his bony hips, and was thrusting in to the hilt every time. Kakashi gave an authoritative grunt with each shove, as if this was something to be accomplished rather than something he was getting pleasure from (as the man had promised). Sasuke soon gave up bitting his lip, knowing he'd bite right through it if he continued, and chomped his teeth onto the pillow under his face instead. He couldn't think through the pain, he couldn't see through the dark, he couldn't hear through the sound of Kakashi's grunts.

It was wonderful.

Sasuke couldn't think of his revenge, couldn't see his brother's cruel eyes, couldn't hear the screams of his parents as they were cut down. "Please, Kakashi-sensei," Sasuke spoke into the pillow, "don't stop."

"What was that, Sasuke-kun?" The jounin slowed his pace.

Lifting his face, the Uchiha repeated with his hoarse throat, "Don't stop."

"Did I hear right, Sasuke-kun?" Now the older man had ceased thrusting completely.

"Yes!" Sasuke yelled out.

Once again, the boy felt that sickening smile on the rim of his ear, "I told you I'd break that pride of yours, even if only for tonight."

Sasuke hated his teacher in that moment, but he needed him. "Please, sensei, please." Tears stung his eyes as he once more buried his face in the pillow.

It started again, Kakashi shoving through the boy's raw entrance. But this time was different. Having accomplished his goal, Kakashi no longer kept himself in such tight control. The jounin set about enjoying himself, as Sasuke cried, "More, more please, sensei." Heeding the chunin's pleas, he pumped Sasuke's limp member to life, reveling in the power of it all.

Later, Sasuke would burn with humiliation as he imagined himself, writhing and pleading under his superior, but, for now, he couldn't think. He couldn't think, and he was glad.

Both men finished loudly and messily, and ready to be as far away from the other as possible. Sasuke left Kakashi's apartment limping and embarrassed, and Kakashi spent the rest of the night unable to sleep, wondering at his own cruelty.