Emotional Training

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

A/N: Did that whole 'Tsunade's report' thing work? I wanted it to be all cold and impersonal--a boring bureaucratic statement about something so provocative. Feed back, please! *gives big puppy eyes*

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NIGHT TWO

(Kurenai/Hinata)

"Kur-Kurenai-sensei?"

"Shhhhh. It's okay, Hinata-chan, I know what I'm doing."

Hinata was very glad that at least one of them knew what they were doing, because she didn't have a clue. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to act. There was always a certain way you were supposed to act in every situation, but did anyone really know how to act when your naked teacher was leaning in to kiss you? The Hyuuga girl was lying flat on her back, Kurenai was on all fours directly over her. She knew her face was bright red, but she couldn't help it; the sight of her sensei's sculpted body, breasts hanging down heavily, made her uncomfortable. The older woman's lips on her own were soft and reassuring. Even so, the blue-haired girl gave a mouse-like squeak, and quickly hid her face in her hands.

"Hinata," Kurenai brushed the girl's hands from her face, "don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid, sensei." She'd never been a good liar.

"Here, let me take off your jacket, at least." The jounin reached for Hinata's parka, but stopped short. The girl was clutching the front of her jacket with a white knuckled grip. "Please, Hinata, it's just a jacket." The girl looked down at her clinched hand incredulously, as if she hadn't known what she was doing. She then gave a sheepish smile at her foolishness, and took off the jacket. "There, that wasn't so bad, ne?" Kurenai gave a return smile, charming and simple; Hinata now really felt silly, Kurenai-sensei wasn't anyone to be afraid of.

"Sorry, sensei."

"That's perfectly alright."

"You have a beautiful bedroom, sensei."

"Thank you, Hinata-chan."

It truly was a beautiful room, much more comfortable and filled with more personal articles and nick-knacks than a ninja's abode should be, but who cares? Kurenai left the cushy double bed to light some incense on her beside table. "The scent of lavender is known to be very calming, you should enjoy it."

"Really that's not necessary, sensei. I'm sorry for my earlier conduct, I promise to be a more stoic student."

"Very good, Hinata." She lit the incense anyway, and returned to the bed. "Sex isn't anything to be scared of, when it's between two consenting people. Whether it's between a man and a woman or," here the older kunoichi slid next to the younger, and placed a hand on her lap," between two women." This time, when Kurenai kissed her, Hinata kissed back. She had to admit, once you got passed the whole awkwardness of the person she was with being her teacher, kissing felt quite nice. "That's it, Hinata-chan, nothing to be afraid of." The girl tangled both of her pale hands in her sensei's impossibly thick, wavy hair, as she was laid out on the bed. Kurenai continued the soft kisses, deepening them until she had Hinata opening her plump lips expectantly for each one. That's it, Hinata-chan, slow and steady. She brought her hand, red fingernails ghosting over the moonbeam skin, to the strip of flesh showing beneath the chunin's little, black shirt. The older woman stopped her honey kisses only long enough to remove the younger's shirt and mesh under shirt. "Hinata, you're shaking."

"I-I-I'm s-sorry, sens-sei...I..." She couldn't even finish the sentence.

"Sweetie, please, calm down." Kurenai couldn't keep the worry from her eyes.

"I'm tr-trying, but..." She suddenly found herself wrapped in comforting arms. "Shhh. Don't speak, let's just take a break for now, okay?"

"No!" Hinata flung the friendly arms away. "Don't go easy on me, just because I'm weak. Push me all the harder for it. This isn't any different from any other training. Please continue, sensei!" There were tears in her pale eyes, but her jaw was set determinedly nonetheless.

"Okay, okay, Hinata-chan. Take a few deep breaths, and we'll start again."

She did as instructed, letting the lavender sooth her. Showing her new resolve, Hinata removed her own pants without being instructed to, and flung them off the side of the bed. "Don't be easy on me," she repeated.

"Lay back, Hinata-chan." She did so. "Now, close your eyes, and keep breathing." Kurenai watched the girl's even breathing, her chest rising and falling behind the simple white bra. Even at fifteen, the Hyuuga heir had curves to be envied. The other members of the Hyuuga were so slender and streamlined, those beautiful curves would be a hindrance to their style of fighting. That didn't keep them from still being gorgeous. And the pale column of her neck seemed to be waiting for attention.

"Oh."

Apparently the neck was a sensitive spot.

"Hmm."

So was the ear.

By the time Kurenai had reached the flat little stomach, the girl was gasping with every other breath (it was a delight to have someone so responsive underneath her touch). "Lift up your hips." Without question, the blue-haired girl did as commanded. It wasn't until the older woman began to slide off her white panties, that the chunin's eyes flew open. Kurenai stopped what she was doing immediately.

"No, don't stop!" Hinata's pale skin was quickly turning pink. "Continue the training." She was completely red in the face again.

Hooking her painted nails in the elastic waistband, the jounin slipped the cloth over and off the girls smooth legs. Hinata had her hands clinched in the bedsheets, determined not to hide her face like a child.

"Part your legs for me." Biting her lip, Hinata spread her legs (they really were quite stunning set against Kurenai's red sheets). Kurenai positioned herself in between her student's legs, and inhaled deeply. Women had a sent all their own when they were aroused, which could be exceptionally embarrassing at times, but the older kunoichi simply loved it. The girl shifted uncomfortably, not sure what to make of this particular kink her teacher possessed. Leaning in, Kurenai lifted those pale limbs, and placed one on each shoulder, leaving her with immediate access to Hinata's untried sex. Nose buried in dark blue curls, Kurenai gave the body before her a lick. She was rewarded with a shudder from her partner. She continued her administrations, swiping her tongue along the edge of Hinata's slit, before gently seeking access inside the girl's depths.

"Ungh...ah." Hinata turned her head this way and that, not knowing how to process all this. It was strange and uncomfortable and invading...but her body wanted more of it. Almost too quiet for her own hears to hear, she whispered, "Please, more."

Kurenai's sensitive hearing picked it up quite plainly, though. The jounin thrust her tongue in deeper and faster, curling it within the chunin for added results. She was not disappointed, Hinata whimpered wantonly. Withdrawing, she set the pale legs once more upon the bed, and returned to the girl's side.

Hinata flung her head back in frustration, unsatisfied, quite forgetting her earlier hesitation.

"Don't fret, I haven't finished yet." The jounin cleaned the juice from her mouth with an experienced finger, and licked what remained from her lips, before lying out next to her student. Hinata really was a gorgeous sight: pale skin flushed, eyes half mast, panting little gasps through parted lips. It was almost enough to make Kurenai consider going back to women. Her mind went briefly to Asuma, wondering if he was still beating himself up over Ino's training, before concentrating once more on the girl next to her. "I hope you learn something from this, Hinata-chan," as the older kunoichi spoke, he glided her hand over the girl's flawless hip to her pelvis, "there isn't always a 'certain way' you're supposed to act."

Hinata gasped, wondering how her sensei could have known what she was thinking earlier. The long-fingered hand of the jounin invaded the space between her still parted legs before she could ask. "Umh!"

"Even if you are the heir to all that is Hyuuga, that doesn't mean you have to hold yourself in check all the time." Hinata could barely hear the woman beside her over the rabbit pace of her pounding heart. Kurenai rubbed her fingers against the Hyuuga girl in a way that sent pleasure spiking through her body, and she couldn't hold back a yell (the loudest sound Kurenai had ever heard her utter) as her muscles contracted and her back arched. "Oh, sensei! Uh..hmm." The jounin continued rubbing and plunging her fingers in the hot depths of her student, bringing her through her second orgasm. Hinata flopped back onto the bed, limp and with her damp hair sticking to her face.

"Training complete."

Hinata looked at her teacher with surprise once more. "But...but what about.." she let the sentence drift, and gestured to Kurenai with a flaccid hand.

"No, no, Hinata-chan, tonight was just about you."

The young kunoichi sat up leisurely, face flushed rose, but with a sated little smile on her face nonetheless. "Thank you for you time and instruction, sensei." She tilted her head in a proper little bow. Hinata waited patiently for her sensei to dismiss her.

"Your free to go when you wish," the girl began to gather up her clothes, "you may use my shower first, though."

She looked up, mesh shirt clutched to her chest, "No thank you, sensei, I'll shower at home." Now that Hinata was no longer writhing under the older woman's administrations, all her previous shyness was returning.

Fully dressed, the blue-haired girl reached the door, bowing politely once more, and left hastily.

Kurenai smiled after her student, and got dressed herself; it was time to check up on Asuma. He really shouldn't be so hard on himself.

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(Gai/Neji)

While waiting for his student to arrive, Gai was washing his dishes a little harder than he should--he'd already broken three.

ding-dong

-crash-

"Damn!"

Gai had broken his fourth dish at the sound of the door-bell dinging; Neji was here. All at once, his legs turned to lead (it took an eternity to reach the front door), and his hands had gone clumsy (a second eternity to turn the knob). After a deep breath, Gai stood face to face with his young student.

Neji was as cold as ice in the warm porch light, in other words, looking as normal as if this were just any other night. It wasn't right: the boy as steady and calm as one twice his age, while the adult--the teacher--was as jittery as a moth. Making a heroic effort, Gai steadied himself enough to mumble a, "Please, come inside."

-bang!-

The simple sound of the door closing in the tense silence made the jounin wince. Neji didn't react at all. He just stood there, analyzing his teacher's house. It wasn't at all what he expected--far too comfortable and big. The chunin had expected a run down shack, with nothing but a cot and a hot plate, or a one-room apartment (his sensei not being one to waste time inside that could be better spent training). Gai, for his part, would have much preferred a shack, but the house had been left to him, and he didn't feel right letting it go, even if it made him uncomfortable having so much space to himself.

"Um *cough* Neji, I..."

"Where do you want me."

As simple as that. No subtlety, or attempts at poetry.

Gai took a second deep breath; it was probably best this way. "Through the door there, at the end of the hall, that's, uh, the...bedroom." Neji gave an affirmative nod, and walked with even tread to his superior's bedroom. Gai, stealing himself, followed.

"Where do you want me."

Again, that phrase, delivered just as flat as before. Gai appreciated how professional his student was being about this; this was his first batch of students, his first time to administer such training. Neji's attitude was helping him to keep it together. Neji, for his part, was just grateful his sensei wasn't being his usual exuberant self. He would have walked out--training be damned--if the jounin had spotted something like, 'It is time to usher you into the beautiful flower of manhood! Come to my arms, my pupil, and together we shall explore one of youth's greatest experiences!!' What a horrifying thought.

Gai looked over at his bed, the huge double that he'd inherited with the house. "Over there. On your knees, hands on top of the headboard." The jounin could be blunt too. "Undress first."

Acting as if the order was nothing more than if he'd been asked to sharpen kunai for practice, or to repeat a meditation mantra, Neji did as he was told. Efficient and unembarrassed, the chunin removed his clothes one by one, neatly folding each piece to put back on latter. There was no denying that Hyuuga Neji was a handsome young man. The trade-mark Hyuuga skin and hair glistening like moonlight and night air. So young he seemed! Especially now. So young, and yet still scarred--Kidomaru had left great welts of scar tissue littering Neji's chest and back. Gai had been away on a mission when that had happened, the village had been short-handed, and he was not able to be there to protect his subordinate, his precious pupil.

When the jounin returned from his musings, he found Neji just as he'd instructed him to be--kneeling and waiting. There was nothing for it, children grew up, and you weren't always there to protect them. But at least you could teach them.

Gai quickly shed his green jumpsuit (his second skin) and leg warmers, letting them fall where they may. Taking his third deep breath for the night, he grabbed what he needed from the bottom drawer of the night-table, and slid onto his bed, behind Neji. The boy's hair hung down in a seemingly impenetrable curtain, a personification of the shield Neji carried within himself. Gai drew the shinning strands (really, it was much too pretty for a young man's hair) over one pale shoulder. Neji tensed at the touch. That was surprising, could the Hyuuga genius really be nervous as well?

Unscrewing the cap on the plastic tube he'd removed from the night-table, the jounin asked, "Neji, do you know what relevance lubrication has to a-a...situation...such as this?"

"Hai." Blunt.

"Any questions? That is, before we start, I mean." Literally only centimeters away from actually doing this, Gai was beginning to lose his nerve.

Neji didn't even bother to answer the question, no words were necessary at this time.

If a boy of fifteen can be brave,Gai thought to himself, then you can too, he's the one whose the virgin after all. Coating the fingers of his right hand and the palm of his left with the slippery contents of the plastic tube, he set to work. First cupping his own lifeless sex with his left hand, Gai slowly ran his right finger-tips down Neji cleft, seeking the puckered opening. The chunin's whole body was a mass of tension, muscles locked and straining, to remain perfectly still. "Neji, relax, or this will be much harder than it needs to be for you," he didn't want to hurt the boy at all if it could be helped. Almost immediately, like water falling, Neji's muscles became supple and smooth; really, his complete muscle control was far beyond most adult shinobi, Gai felt a sudden pride in his student. "This will feel a bit strange." Before he could lose the will to, Gai slid a slick finger into Neji.

The chunin showed no sign of discomfort, or any reaction at all. Gai continued to fist his slowly hardening erection; he'd been very worried that he'd be unable to get hard at all, but, though it was going slowly, it was happening. At least one thing not to worry about. The jounin gently poked a second digit through the tight ring of muscle. "How are you doing Neji?"

"Fine." Clipped.

No reaction. A second thing to worry about. Gai'd been so concerned about how Neji'd react, that he'd never thought there'd be no reaction.

After careful (tedious, Neji thought) minutes of stretching and preparation, it was time for the moment of truth. Wiping his hands on a corner of the sheet, Gai brought his body flush against Neji's back, and cupped his lightly jutting hips. "Are you ready, Neji-kun?" he could barely whisper the words.

"Hai."

Push. Push. -Grunt- A true thrust.

It felt good, but it always did. The fact that the body the jounin was invading was a student's, didn't change that. Neji kept his muscles lax throughout--it wasn't natural. A man's first time shouldn't be totally without feeling--it shouldn't matter if they were shinobi or not. Oh! how could Neji not feel this? Gai was no longer being careful, not when the pressure surrounding his sex was so hot and right. But something was happening. Neji was no longer soft as clay, and the jounin could swear he heard small gasps at every thrust--the boy was enjoying it. Ah...yes, yes. The pleasure of the act doubled when Gai knew the young man under him wasn't ice.

In that moment Gai wanted Neji to come. Someone so reserved, was opening up. It wasn't sexual, it was warming, it should have a result...a good result.

A tanned, callous covered hand, glided from pale hip to Neji's purpling penis. "Scream for me."

Neji's head fell back on his teacher's shoulder, with a sound between a grunt and a gasp. Taking the opportunity presented to him, Gai brought his lips firmly onto the base of his student's neck, and sucked. Gai nipped, and licked, and worried at that spot, continuing to pump the growing flesh cradled in his palm.

But, without warning, Neji knocked away his sensei's hand, and jerked his head forward, away from the busy mouth. "No." Hoarse and firm. The young man's breath was still heavy with lust, but he wanted to deny it. He wouldn't let his composure drop, not now, not with Gai. "No," repeated clearer. Gai only thrust harder, not letting Neji distance himself again. Neji's eye's became lidded and he started to make mewling noises, like a kitten--he hated himself for it--but the jounin wasn't letting up, and he couldn't help it.

The grunts and gasps and growing moans from both men intermingled, rising in volume and urgency. Gai could feel it coming. The flood about to break the dam. But he wouldn't break before the chunin, he wouldn't. It was a matter of pride, and a want, a want to have Neji be human just for a moment.

Gai grasped Neji's sex again, determined. Neji grabbed his superior's wrist, wanting nothing more than to tear that firm hand away--but there was no strength of will in his grip. It was just...it was just, it felt so damn good. The Hyuuga squeezed his eyes shut so hard, they watered.

Damn, "Oh, oh...ugh!"

Gai couldn't help but laugh with relief, Neji had come, just like any other young man who wasn't made of marble and ice.

It didn't last much longer. Gai came soon after, in a blaze of heat, still laughing.

Neji collapsed onto the sheets, sticky with sweat and semen. Gai didn't feel tired at all, his inhuman stamina showing itself in fine style. It was past eleven by the clock, the jounin wanted to make sure that the guest room was ready for the chunin. "Training is completed for the night. You'll probably want to clean up--the bathroom is right next to the guest room. You'll be staying there tonight, it's much too late to be about." Turning to enter his own master bathroom, Gai was stopped by his student's words.

"No." Neji sat up, face set. "I'm not staying." The boy was angry. Angry at letting his guard down for even a moment, he didn't want to be any where near here. Neji got out of the bed, and managed one step before falling. He couldn't walk. The chunin's scowl was comical in it's severity.

"Yes, you are staying." Gai grabbed one of his student's arms, and draped it across his shoulders. "Be sure you get plenty of rest," Gai said as he led Neji, unwillingly, down the hall, "we still have ordinary training in the morning."

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(Kakashi/Naruto)

Naruto walked with trepidation the stairs to the third floor of Kakashi's apartment building, side stepping the junk littering the stairway with ease (it was no more cluttered than the inside of his own apartment after all). Asuma lived in the same apartment complex, Naruto thought that he might run into Shikamaru or Chouji or Ino on their way up this same walkway, but no such luck. He wouldn't be able to steel courage from the sight of his fellow shinobi.

Steel courage? He was the Great Uzumaki Naruto! The man who would one day be Hokage; the Hokage was a fearless ninja, he had his own supply of inexhaustible courage. "I am the Great Uzumaki Naruto, the bravest Hokage of them all!!!"

"Hello, Naruto."

"AHHHHH!"

Kakashi smiled behind his mask.

"DON'T DO THAT!" Naruto scolded his teacher. "It's rude to sneak up on people like that!"

"Calm down, stop being such a little queen."

"I'M NOT GAY!"

Kakashi rolled his mis-matched eyes, "Sure, whatever." Before the genin (yes, still just a genin) could really get steamed up, Kakashi disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Ha, ha, very funny, Kakashi-sensei. Ass." Naruto crossed his arms and pouted, but continued up the stair despite his ire, mumbling, "Stupid Kakashi-sensei, with his stupid gray hair, and stupid Sasuke-sharingan-thingy..."

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"I see 'the Great Uzumaki Naruto' was able to make it all the way up here by himself, a feat of bravery worthy of a medal." Kakashi couldn't stop smiling.

"You know what, Kakashi-sensei? Shut-up."

The jounin had his subordinate in a half-nelson before he'd finished speaking--Kakashi still hadn't lost his smile. "Now, now, there's no need for that." The teacher ruffled Naruto's spiky blonde hair patronizingly before letting him go. Another pout threatened to appear, but Kakashi didn't give it time. In half a breath, the jounin had scooped up the blue-eyed genin in both of his strong arms, "Let's move on to bigger and better things, shall we?" The jounin's smile became decidedly more sinister.

"Hentai! PERVERT! Let me down!"

"Come on," Kakashi drawled, "I promise not to do anything you won't like." That didn't even come close to quieting the loudest shinobi of his year, he still continued to wail 'pervert', 'hentai' until Kakashi feared that his neighbors would start banging on the walls in protest of the racket. "Knock it off, or I'll order you to do laps around the city with Lee and Gai-sensei."

Naruto scoffed at the threat, "I've been training with them for weeks now. Lee's helping me to improve my taijutsu." He said this last with pride.

The jounin was nonplussed, Naruto brushed off a sentence that most other shinobi in the village would grow pale at--maybe he was braver than Kakashi gave him credit for.

"I don't like any of this, Kakashi-sensei." The blonde was suddenly serious and fidgety. "I know what Tsunade-obaa-chan said, but can't I study the theory instead?"

"HahaHA!" the silver-haired jounin couldn't help but laugh. "You've never wanted to study the theory of anything before, not when you could learn it with first hand experience."

"Yeah...but this is different!"

"You wouldn't be saying that if I was Sakura-chan."

Naruto gaped. His mouth opened and closed like a landed fish, before finally collecting words, "Leave her out of this!"

Kakashi's face went blank under his mask, he realized he'd crossed a line. "Sorry, Naruto."

Still cradled in the jounin's arms, Naruto looked up at his teacher in surprise. The apology had caught him off guard, Kakashi-sensei was only serious when it was important to be so. Apparently, Kakashi-sensei thought this was an important piece of training, and, though he may be a royal ass, the genin trusted his teacher.

While the blonde boy was mulling all this over, Kakashi used the distraction to transport him to the bedroom. Naruto came back to earth when he was dropped unceremoniously on Kakashi's covers.

Looking up at his teacher, Naruto was greeted with another, less welcome surprise. "Ka-Kakashi-sensei! What are you doing?!"

"What does it look like? I'm getting naked."

"I can see that! You didn't even ask me, or anything!"

Shirtless, Kakashi paused at unbuttoning his pants. "I have to ask you before I get naked in my own home?"

That infuriating masked smile was back on the jounin's lips--Naruto knew Kakashi's seriousness wouldn't last for long. "Yes! Well, I mean, it's rude."

Now clad in only overly flashy satin boxers and his black mask, Kakashi approached his student, in the cautious, unhurried way you approach a scared animal. For Naruto had pushed back to the farthest corner of the bed, knees drawn up defensively. The boy was trying to make himself as small as possible, without even realizing that that was what he was doing.

Naruto wasn't Sasuke. Naruto was a good kid. A good kid all alone in the world. The last thing Kakashi wanted to do, was scare him. Reaching the bed, he sat on the edge, and reached out slowly and deliberately, allowing the genin plenty of room to escape if he wanted to. Kakashi lightly touched the whisker marks on Naruto's cheek caressingly. Naruto, while not pulling back, flinched at the contact.

*sigh*

"Here," quick as lightning, the jounin laid flat on his back, and dragged his student on top of him, "this should be better."

Almost in the space of an eye-blink, Naruto found himself sitting on his teacher's lower stomach. Kakashi was just lying there, waiting for Naruto to make the first move. Naruto didn't trust this, "Are you for real?." The blonde crossed his arms, looking haughty.

"Very," Kakashi held his student's gaze without blinking. "Do what you like."

Presented with the rippling canvas of the silver-haired jounin's bare chest, the genin couldn't think of anything. It's not like he ever had a girlfriend--or rather, a boyfriend--before, he didn't have a clue as of what to do. Naruto stared blankly.

Understanding, Kakashi sat up, pushing the boy back onto his lap. "Let me help get things started."

"Kakashi-sensei? What are you--"

"Shhh."

Moving slowly, he unzipped the other's orange pants.

"Kakash--"

"I said, shhhh." He slid a practiced hand beneath the elastic waistband of the boy's boxers.

"Ah! Don't--" The older man gave him a stern look, and Naruto shut up. This had to be the weirdest thing he'd ever experienced, having someone else touch him in a way that only he himself ever had. But, to tell the truth, it wasn't half bad...to tell the complete truth...it actually felt pretty good. "Oh--oh.

Kakashi would never get tired of that sound, the sounds of pleasure from someone else under his hand. He stopped only to lay the boy on his back, and climb to his knees over him. "There's more where that came from, Naruto." He jerked off Naruto's baggy pants in one go.

"Sensei," the silver-haired man looked up from contemplating the genin's half hard penis, "are you sure we can't just study the theory?"

Smiling, "I'm sure." Kakashi licked along the member's length, Naruto shuddered. "I told you you'd like it. You'll like this even more." He promptly put the entire length in his experienced mouth (Kakashi had to be the most throughly over sexed ninja in the village, and he wouldn't have it any other way. The result being that he had no more gag reflex left to speak of).

"AHHH!!!"

The jounin couldn't help but smile around the cock in his mouth--he was just too good. Keeping his teeth carefully in check, wrapping his tongue around the pulsing phallus, Kakashi bobbed his head up once, twice, three times...and that was it. Naruto shot his load as early and completely as Kakashi had expected. Swallowing as much as he could, the silver-haired instructor smiled up at his student, a thin line of come dribbling down his chin. "How'da feel, Naru-kun?"

Naruto, spent and panting, still managed to come back with an, "Eat shit, sensei."

Kakashi smiled, "Sure, act tough while you can, but now it's my turn."

"Wha'da m--gah!" The jounin had him flipped over on his stomach before he could finished his sentence. "Hey! Stop--"

Kakashi held Naruto firmly in place, "Did you forget what we were here for? What happened before was just a treat before we got down to the real 'training.'" To his surprise, the blonde boy actually settled down and remained still. "Very good. I promise to be quick...but not as quick as you."

"Cock-sucker."

"Yep, now shut-up." Kakashi didn't even bother stretching his student, it wouldn't do any good. The Kyuubi within Naruto would heal him almost instantly. So, to compensate, the jounin made sure to use a generous amount of lube on himself. "Brace yourself, Naruto." He had to remind himself to go slow more than once, because--damn. If he ever tired of having sex, he'd check himself into the crazy house. But once he was fully sheathed within his student, Kakashi let himself have full reign. He wanted to finish as quickly as he could, the boy would appreciate having this done as soon as possible...That didn't seem to be a problem; almost before he'd realized any time had past, the jounin was screaming his orgasm.

"Ew. That's just gross feeling."

Naruto was looking over his shoulder, face scrunched up, and Kakashi broke into a fit of the giggles.

Naruto blushed, "Well it is!" The boy rose to his feet, searching for his pants. "I just really didn't like that at all."

"Even the part where I sucked you off?" Kakashi couldn't help replying cheekily.

Not bothering with a verbal response, the genin flipped off his teacher with one hand while using the other to zip up his fly. A look of worry crossed the blonde's whiskered face, "...Does that make me strange? 'Cuz I know that people are supposed to really like doing this, but I didn't."

"You're too cute sometimes, ya'know that?"

"You don't have to be patronizing." the genin was ready to walk out in a huff, half dressed and all, but the silver-haired jounin stopped him.

"No, that doesn't make you strange. You're just not gay."

Naruto looked relieved, "Well, I told you that." He finished getting dressed, looking like nothing unusual had happened. As he finished tying up his hitai-ate, the blonde asked one more question. "So, Kakashi-sensei," Naruto crossed his arms, and put on a serious face, "who was better in the sack, me or Sasuke?"

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A/N: I couldn't resist adding that last line. XD
I think the Gai/Neji one-shot was a little awkward...I completed that one first, if it's not painfully obvious.