Welcome to the Island of Beautiful Men

Chapter Warnings: Gaara x Lee: humping, Genma x Kakashi x Iruka: anal, insertion of foreign objects into penis

WARNING: Not proof-read!

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Chapter 5 - A Lotus Blooms in the Heat of the Desert

He was hot, that was a given, and if sulking beneath the sweltering heat of the sun wasn’t bad enough, then having your entire body confined within a thick, furry body-suit on such a cloudless day was infinitely worse.

He was used to the heat, he lived in a desert for crying out loud and if there was one thing Gaara learned from dwelling within such a torrid climate, was that it was wise to wear loose-fitting clothing made of light fabric to help the body breathe easier, not some child’s long-john, footie pajamas.

Logic warned him that he should go back and get Naruto or that obnoxious bastard to help him out of the damned thing before he die of hyperthermia but his pride demanded that he find some other way because Sabaku no Gaara apologized to no one.

But was it really his fault for losing his temper like that?

Gaara had no trouble maintaining his composure now that his outlook on life had changed after Naruto’s intervention and he was no longer a psychotic mass-murderer but the longer he remained in the unbearably humid panda-suit, the more his sociopathic tendencies started to rise.

‘Damn!’ he swore inwardly and stared at the stubborn patch of sand beneath his furry hand. If only he could wield his Chakra then he wouldn’t even be in such a predicament because he’d just rend the stupid costume to shreds.

Gaara sighed heavily and, with his mind made up, began the arduous journey back towards the little clearing of palm trees and lounge-chairs where he saw Naruto last, but his hope was shattered when he saw no sight of the two boys and he was just about ready to curse his luck when he saw a supine figure stretched out in one of the chairs. He couldn’t tell who that person was from such a distance but Gaara really didn’t care who it was, just as long as it was someone who could help him take off this clothing.

As he drew nearer to the girl, that he soon realized was a boy, and immediately recognized as that Leaf Ninja he’d injured during the Chuunin exams he sighed dejectedly when he saw that he was asleep.

He didn’t want to wake him. For someone who had been an insomniac for most of his life and was no longer held a prisoner to the fear of the demon taking over him, Gaara could finally enjoy a good night’s rest and he knew from first hand experience how annoying it could be to be disturbed unless it was an emergency.

But this was an emergency…to him at least, and it wasn’t as if it would take long for the other boy to unzip his outfit from the back. Just as soon as he helped him remove it he’d let him go back to sleep again.

He got down on his knees and leaned close until their heads were almost touching and Gaara had to admit that he didn’t look quite so goofy when his face was serene like this. His eyes were closed and not wide open like they usually were and Gaara often wondered what his reason was for having them so bulbous as if he were trying to see into the future and that hideous hairstyle of his didn’t look so bad now that his thick, black locks were falling away from his round face and a few strands clung to the perspiration on his forehead when the wind brushed them against his face.

His lips were slightly parted, allowing his faint, even breath to escape and Gaara believed that his lips were the most enticing part of his facial features.

“Hey!” the red head said softly. There would be time to admire him later, right now, getting undressed was more important.

“Hey!” he called out a little louder when the other boy didn’t even stir. Gaara felt a vein pound at the side of one temple when Lee, at least that was what he remembered his name to be, mumbled something in his sleep and had the audacity to turn his face in the other direction.

He almost snapped then, but managed to reign in his patience by a thread as he walked around the beach chair and fought the urge to just dump it, and its contents, over into the sand.

“Hey!” the young Kazakage said again and pinched his nose with a furry thumb and forefinger while covering his mouth with his palm. It didn’t take long before the brunette started to sputter in his sleep and gasp for air and when he jolted into consciousness Gaara removed the hand that was stifling him.

“Ga-Gaara-kun?” he blinked with those large, round eyes of his. “Is…is that you?”

His ire rose when he saw something flash within those twin, black orbs but when Lee made a sound like an excited squeal and suddenly threw his arms around his neck, his anger immediately melted into surprise.

“Gaara-kun, you are so confident, to be able to express the happiness of your youth by wearing something so adorable.”

Gara glowered. The urges were back again.

Lee pulled away from him then, beaming widely and it was difficult to cause this exuberant boy any harm when he looked like that. “Come, let us bask in our youthful energies and drink of the Springtime of You-,” he broke off when he looked down at himself and for the first time realized what he was wearing and a very faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

‘At least now he knows how I feel,’ Gaara thought to himself.

“Gaara-kun,” Lee said sheepishly, tiny drops of moisture pooling within his eyes. “I’M SO HONORED THAT YOU WISH TO CELEBRATE YOUR YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE WITH ME!”

Gaara was taken aback by his response because he was certain he would be just as aghast as he was, not become thrilled that he was dressed like some hula girl.

“You misunderstand,” he explained in his usually flat voice.

Lee tilted his head to one side and studied the astringent expression on the younger boy’s face and when he was certain that this wasn’t Gaara’s doing he felt a little disheartened. The titian-haired boy noticed him frowning and he ascertained that this person really was weird, even though he didn’t think he looked as weird as everyone said he did.

“Take off my clothes.”

Lee blinked at the sudden command, not quite sure he’d heard him properly, but Gaara had already spent more than enough time within the panda-suit so he was getting straight to the point. “Help me remove my clothes, Lee,” he reiterated when the boy showed no signs of co-operation.

Lee balked. There was no mistaking his words and his eyes opened oven wider until they were almost as big as tea saucers. “Ga-Gaara-kun,” he stammered, slowly inching away as far back as the lounge chair would allow. “What are you saying?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself a third time,” the young royal said rather calmly.

It was then that Lee realized that they were on a large beach with sand stretching all around them to the left and the right and a vast ocean before them reaching far into the horizon. He knew of Gaara’s devastating powers, had almost lost his dreams and his life during the operation to repair the damage caused to his leg by the very same sand-nin and he knew, that even though Gaara had changed, he still didn’t want to take any chances.

The brunette nodded his head slowly and Gaara turned around, presenting his back and the silver zipper tucked beneath the back of the panda head, beneath its clasp. Lee freed the hook and Gaara removed the clammy head-piece that was now, somewhat damp, from soaking up all his perspiration and he sighed when he felt the cool air caress his humid face.

His impatience grew at Lee’s hesitance and when he ordered the uneasy boy to ‘Hurry up!’, he raised shaky hands towards the little zip and pulled it down much too slowly for the Kazekage’s liking and Gaara didn’t even wait for him to unzip it completely, because as soon as there was enough room for his shoulders to escape he squirmed out of the suit, liberating his arms and roughly shoving it down his body and leaning over slightly to step out of it, completely disregarding the fact that he was presenting himself in a very suggestive manner before the other boy and Lee blushed slightly before averting his eyes.

Freedom! He wanted to throw his head back, spread his arms wide and shout that out loud on the top of his lungs but he wasn’t as spontaneous as the Uzumaki boy and he imagined that if he did give into that primal desire then he’d probably scare the crap out of the taijutsu specialist.

Gaara kicked the detestable costume to one side, the very sight of it making his blood boil, but just being rid of it was not enough, he wanted to destroy it and his mind suddenly filled with many different ways he could wipe it out of existence.

“Umm…Gaara-kun?”

He could cut it into tiny bits and as much as he would love to make sure that he meticulously shredded it until each piece was no larger than a soldier pill that would entail him actually touching the accursed thing…

“Gaara-kun?”

…Besides, cutting would take too long…

“Kazekage-sama?”

He could burn it, that would be the preferred method and he didn’t think nothing would make him happier than seeing it consumed by flames.

“Gaara?”

He turned to face Lee after he’d snapped him out of his pyromaniacal fantasies. “Hm?”

It was bad enough having Gaara’s naked behind hovering just a few, scant inches away from his face but now that he’d turned around Lee caught a glimpse of his flaccid member nestled snugly between his legs and blanketed by a thin veil of cherry-red curls. His face soon matched that colour as he turned his head away and looked at the palm trees in the distance.

“G-Gaara-kun,” he stammered, very uncomfortable with the entire situation. “You should put something on.”

Put something on? That was out of the question, especially after being liberated from the confines of such constricting clothing. There was no way Gaara was going to put anything on right now…maybe not ever again.

“No!” he said firmly and crossed his arms over his chest in an act of defiance.

“But you’re…,” he trailed off, slightly embarrassed to say that word.

Gaara didn’t care if he was naked and he didn’t think Lee should care either. They were both males, and it wasn’t as if he’d never seen a naked man before. Konoha had communal baths, he spent lots of time there whenever he visited and he’d seen Lee with the Hyuuga and that senile team leader of theirs so what was his problem?

‘Maybe if he was naked too he wouldn’t feel so embarrassed,’ Gaara thought and he nodded his head in agreement with himself. His costume, although a lot more comfortable than the panda outfit, still did look mighty ridiculous on him. The lei could stay since it gave him a rather exotic look but the grass skirt had to go.

“Take off your clothes.”

Lee’s heart skipped a beat and he blinked a few times before swallowing heavily. Did Gaara just ask him to…

The other boy tilted his head to one side when Lee didn’t move or make any sign that he’d heard him but Gaara knew that he did, his voice wasn’t that low and saw him tense slightly at his command.

“You’re silly,” the young man said dead-pan and turned his eyes upward for a brief moment before reaching out for Lee’s hips with both hands but the older boy scampered away from his touch.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Lee asked on a quivering breath.

“I’m helping you take off your outfit the same way you helped me take off mine,” he explained and reached out for the waistband of the skirt again.

Lee wrapped one arm protectively around his waist while he used the other to keep Gaara’s head at a distance. “I don’t want you to take it off,” he protested and pushed his head further away.

The young prince scowled and swatted away at the hand on his face before lunging at him. He expected that one well trained in the arts of the body would have been able to withstand his attack but Lee was caught off guard and was surprised by his actions that he couldn’t keep his body upright when Gaara crashed into his chest and both boys fell out of the lounge chair and it toppled over with them.

“Ow,” Gaara said rather matter-of-factly when he tried to move his legs and found that they were entangled with Lee’s and trapped within the metal arm rest of the chair. He pushed himself up slightly and winced when his ankle grazed against the cold, hard metal but when he tried to slide his body slowly down Lee’s muscular torso he froze when he felt something hard and warm brush against his hip and heard Lee sharply exhale.

“Gaara-kun stop!” he wailed and tried to push the other boy off of him. He didn’t care if the bar was digging into his shin, his legs were lethal weapons and he was used to pain a lot worse than this but Gaara wasn’t. His sand had always protected him from the slightest things, even from himself and although he’d fought against Sasuke and Naruto and both boys managed to give as good as they got that still didn’t mean that he was used to it, in fact…Gaara hated suffering pain just as much as he hated being interrupted from sleep.

“That hurts,” he stated rather calmly even though he felt like breaking the other boy’s arms…and just what the hell was that thing poking him in his stomach? His irritation bubbled over even though he was doing an amazing job keeping his temper in check and Gaara swore this was going to be the last time he tried to help another guy get naked with him.

He reached between their bodies to dislodge whatever it was that was causing him so much discomfort and when his fingernails grazed against Lee’s stomach muscles they clenched reflexively and that thing…whatever it was, shifted beneath him.

“No,” the brunette gasped when he realized what Gaara was reaching for and he made another attempt to push him away. “G-Get off, Gaara-kun.”

He ignored him, besides, he couldn’t get off even if he wanted to. Their legs were knotted together and trapped between one of the arm bars of the chair and during the tumble it had managed to tilt to one side, effectively locking their legs in place and the only way Gaara could get free (while bringing himself as little pain as possible) was to climb backwards until the seat straightened up a bit so there would be enough space for them to pass their legs through and to do that he had to slide down Lee’s body…but first he had to get that annoying thing out of the way.

The Leaf ninja tensed when he felt curious fingers burrow beneath the strands of artificial grass and he bit his lip hard in preparation for what he knew was to come next but he had no idea that Gaara’s hand on his erection would feel so good and he cried out with pleasure when he firmly gripped it in his hand and tried to move it to one side.

“Oh?” Gaara raised a bald eyebrow when the object refused to move and when he realized that whatever it was, was attached to the other boy’s body, his sea-green eyes followed the trail his fingers had traversed just seconds ago and they grew wide with surprise when he saw what he held in his hand.

Something should have alerted him that it was Lee’s penis, after all, wasn’t this the place where all men had theirs? But what surprised Gaara the most was that it was so firm and a lot bigger than his, not to mention that it was pointing upright as it peeked at him from beneath its grassy bed. He’d seen the penises of other men before but none quite like this and he wondered if this boy was really just as weird as everyone said he was, but he didn’t remember it looking this way when he saw him that day at Leaf Village’s hot springs.

“What’s wrong with you?” Gaara asked, his intrusive hand still wrapped around Lee’s throbbing cock.

“It- I…I’m sorry Gaara-kun.” He hadn’t meant to become aroused by this and he hated himself for being hard in the first place but ever since he’d laid eyes on the Kazekage’s naked form he’d been trying to will it away and as much as he tried to train his mind to ignore it he couldn’t disregard the burning heat in his loins.

“Oh?” the red head gasped when he saw a small dot of white liquid seep out from the top of Lee’s penis. “Are you going to pee? Is that it?” he wondered curiously. Gaara had never become this big before when he had to take a piss and he assumed that Lee probably had a full bladder but even with this knowledge Gaara still did not remove his hand because…for some reason…he didn’t want to.

Lee shook his head. He didn’t want to pee but he did want to allow a different liquid to come out…

What was he thinking? He shouldn’t be entertaining such thoughts especially towards another boy! What about Sakura-chan?

‘Who?’ his inner self asked when Gaara squeezed his cock lightly and more liquid seeped out causing him to throw his head back against the sand and lift his hips off the ground and Gaara flinched when the metal dug into his tender flesh again.

First he had to free himself from this accursed chair…another item he would add to the panda suit bonfire and once they were free he could continue playing with Lee’s interesting penis.

“Ahh, Gaara-kun! Stop,” Lee whimpered softly when the other boy’s flat stomach grazed against the slightly curved underside of his hard member.

It was a little difficult at first. The stubborn chair refused to move with him as he moved along Lee’s hard body and the further down he went the more his abdomen slid against his groin and more liquid would come out, not to mention the softer his voice would become and those high-pitched pants and desperate pleas for him to stop were doing strange things to his own body.

He finally managed to slip their legs free and found it quite surprising that he was able to maneuver the other boy’s legs so easily and he watched, in awe, at the myriad of erotic expressions that passed across his face as his hands ran along toned calves and muscular thighs.

‘Very impressive!’

Gaara brushed the long strands of grass aside, completely exposing Lee’s lower body to the warm air and his heated gaze and he realized that he was getting excited as if in anticipation for a great battle ahead but it wasn’t quite like that. There were, what he’d heard his sister refer to as, ‘butterflies’ within his stomach but it wasn’t because he was nervous, it was more of an inkling that he was doing something to the other boy that he shouldn’t but was too curious about Lee’s nudity to stop.

He’d never touched another human being like this, had never even been touched in such a manner and he was certain that if someone else had ever attempted the same things with him he would probably bash their face in, but Lee seemed to like it, at least, he assumed Lee liked it even though he kept begging him to stop.

The dark-haired shinobi moaned when light fingertips ran across his inner thighs and his legs spread wider in reflex and Gaara seemed to think this was a good idea and pushed them even farther apart. He was flexible for someone who was all muscle so it didn’t hurt when the inquisitive boy shoved his knees into the sand but when he reached out to grab his thick manhood again Lee bucked and he brought his legs back together again.

Gaara frowned and gently parted them again but they didn’t stay separate for very long until he took Lee’s hands and ordered him to keep his legs spread apart. The boy blushed but did as he was told and pressed his palms against the insides of his thighs.

The red-head leaned closer as if he were giving it some kind of inspection before tracing the light, blue vein with a forefinger. Lee’s breath caught in his throat as he journeyed along the irregular line but when he reached the top and he touched Lee’s sensitive head the boy tossed his head to one side and screamed loudly as thin rivulets of precum dribbled from his slit.

It certainly didn’t look like pee and when he touched it he found that it was quite thick and rather slimy, not at all like the usually runny liquid.

He brought it to his nose and took a cautious whiff. It certainly didn’t smell like urine, and as he stared at the shiny substance that coated his fingers he furrowed his brows and slowly extended his tongue to get a taste.

It actually wasn’t that bad for something that came from inside a human and Gaara surmised that it probably wasn’t urine at all…but what was it?

Lee had watched the entire thing through half lidded eyes and he wanted to tell the other boy not to put something like that into his mouth but he was too breathless to speak and even if he could there was a part of him that actually liked having Gaara drink his precum.

He scooped up more with his finger and brought it to his lips a second time, then a third until he consumed all of it, but he wanted more and he wrapped his fingers tightly around the fleshy container and squeezed hard, forcing more of it out.

Lee, loved it, the feel of his hands on his body, the way he’d grip him so tightly and the child-like innocence on the Kazakage’s face as he lapped at the creamy fluids on his fingers. “Gaara,” he panted, desperate for something more.

“Hm?”

What should he say? What should he ask for? What should he tell him to do?

“I- I…could you…”

“It’s spreading,” Gaara mumbled to himself, not really paying attention to whatever it was Lee was stammering. Lee looked over at his usually expressionless face that now seemed fraught with concern and when his dark gaze followed Gaara’s worried own he gasped when they took in his rapidly growing erection.

Whatever it was that was wrong with Lee was happening to him too and Gaara tilted his head to one side, temporarily forgetting about the penis he was so engrossed with earlier to contemplate his.

There was a pearl sized drop of transparent fluid at the tip of his as well and he reached out to sample it, but when his fingers touched his shiny head he gasped when a raw shiver shot along his spine.

‘Is this how Lee feels?’ he wondered and brought his fingers to his lips but he preferred Lee’s taste to his.

Gaara returned to the other boy’s neglected cock and rubbed his finger across the tip as he’d done to himself just now and when Lee sighed on a long exhale and his cock twitched he imagined that they did share the same feelings when touched in such a manner.

Gaara experimented with both their dicks and whatever he did to his he did the same to Lee’s. He tried alternating between hard and soft touches, rubbing his hands over the base all the way to the tip and smearing the sticky fluid over the head and along their shafts. He tried pinching it and squeezing it until more liquid came out and he also learned that touching the soft sac beneath it felt good as well.

An idea came to him and he wondered, what it would feel like, if he touched the two together but nothing could have prepared him for the mind-numbing experience when he crawled over Lee and took booth of their cocks in his hand and pressed them together. His spine felt as if it would snap and his lower body tensed so tightly he thought he’d never walk again and as much as he liked, no loved the sensation, Lee must have enjoyed it too because the he yelled at the top of his lungs and released his legs so he could wrap them around Gaara’s thin waist.

His voice quivered as he called out the other boy’s name and Gaara sucked in a hard breath when Lee bucked wildly against him and his cock slipped out of his hand and pressed into his stomach.

“Lee,” he gasped and moved his hips against him in the same motion. It wasn’t hard to mimic, in fact, it seemed almost instinctive as if he’d been doing this many times before.

“Gaara-kun, it’s so good,” he whined and placed his calloused hands upon Gaara’s silky, smooth shoulders.

“Aoh!” the younger boy agreed and slammed his dick against Lee’s abdomen.

Gaara had a vague understanding of sex but what little information he’d gathered he’d overheard from other shinobi. Everyone was too afraid of him to even say ‘Good morning’ so there was no one to tell him about the birds and the bees and if no one wanted to explain it to him then Gaara wouldn’t ask. Besides, sex was never something that he found to be interesting especially since he was too caught up ‘preserving his existence’. He did know that sex was necessary to make babies and he did know that Lee wouldn’t get pregnant but he wasn’t sure if what they were doing constituted as sex because he felt as if they needed to do something more.

He didn’t have much time to contemplate it, however, because his loins became unbearably tight and he felt something threaten to burst forth even though he was trying his hardest to keep it inside. He’d already established that whatever that sticky liquid was wasn’t urine but it sure felt as if he had to take a piss right now and he didn’t want to do something like that on Lee since he didn’t think the other boy would appreciate that but he couldn’t stop his hips from pumping faster and even if he did try to move away, Lee’s strong legs prevented him from doing so.

“Lee, let…go...,” he managed between strangled breaths but the other boy only clung to him tighter.

“Gaara-kun…please, not yet…,” he begged, his voice just as breathless as his. “It’s so close…I’m almost…there.”

What was close? Where was he going? He didn’t know exactly what the hell this boy was rambling about now but he did think he understood because he sort of felt the same way.

Something was coming, he could tell, although he wasn’t sure exactly what, and as to where he was going, he couldn’t say but it did feel as if he was about to have an out of body experience.

Gaara’s heart slammed against his chest and a warm tingling enveloped his entire body just before Lee cried out his name and thrashed beneath him. He felt something splash against his stomach and chest but he didn’t pay it any mind, he was too enraptured by what was going on with his own body.

He felt as if he was going to die but at the same time, he’d never felt so alive and if he’d known that it was this easy to validate his existence then he never would have wasted time killing all those people in the past.

Gaara arched his back and buried his fingers in the sand. He tossed back his head and bit hard on his lower lip, stifling his throaty cry into a loud grunt as he felt something explode and burst forth from inside him, shooting long rivers of ejaculate atop the other boy.

Spent, sated and, surprisingly, very happy, Gaara collapsed atop the other boy and there was a loud ‘splat’ as he smashed the gooey liquid between them. Lee’s legs fell from around his waist and his haggard breath disturbed a few of Gaara’s crimson strands and tickled his earlobe but the Kazekage liked it although, he liked the feel of Lee’s heart beating against his chest even more.

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Iruka really should have known better than to trust Kakashi when he said he wanted to 'explore a dark cave' and now they were caught up in an adult game of ‘cat and mouse’ as the older Jounin chased his younger prey through the tropical gardens and Iruka desperately tried to keep away from the man that wanted to abuse his already sore posterior.

Like a jungle cat Kakashi stalked him from a distance and like the shrewd tactician he was, calculated where the Chunnin would run to next before cutting him off or pouncing in front of him.

“Gotcha!” he yelled playfully and Iruka shrieked when he wrapped long, pale arms around his torso and ground his stiff erection into his clothed ass. The younger man shuddered when Kakashi’s tongue darted out to taste his earlobe and he pushed him away when he felt his hold slacken around him in an attempt to pinch his nipples. The only reason Iruka managed to escape was because Kakashi let him escape and as he watched the tanned form tear along a dirt path he took to the trees so he’d have a bird’s eye view of where he was running away to next.

‘That’s enough foreplay,’ Kakashi thought to himself just as Iruka disappeared behind a large-leafed plant. ‘The next time I catch him, I’ll have some fun.’

Iruka scrambled through the underbrush as if the Devil himself was at his heels and he didn’t bother to look back this time after making his way to the other side.

‘Damn him,’ the Academy teacher seethed. ‘Making me run around like a frightened school-girl.’

Even without the use of their techniques Kakashi was still much faster and stronger than he was and it would have been a wasted effort if he tried to fight off the more experienced ninja. His only option was to find the others because Kakashi wouldn’t molest him in front of the kids…at least he hoped he wouldn’t.

He was beginning to get discouraged, not to mention anxious when he didn’t see Kakashi pop out at him from behind a tree or a rock like he usually did but his heart leaped in his chest when he saw a figure ambling along the beach from the corner of his eye and Iruka made his way out of the dense foliage and into the open.

“GENMA-SAN!” he screamed ecstatically when he recognized the other Leaf Village ninja as he drew nearer.

The taller man turned at the sound of his name just in time to receive Iruka in his arms and he took a step back to regain his balance when the darker man slammed into his chest.

“Genma…I’m so glad…to see you,” he panted happily between breaths and rubbed his cheek against his torso.

“Iruka-kun, what are you doing here?” he asked, very surprised yet relieved to see him as well. He thought he was the only one on this island.

“N-Never mind that. Kakashi-sensei he…he’s chasing me…and he wants to…he’s trying to…”

“Ah, this is awkward.”

Iruka turned to see his platinum predator standing at the clearing he’d just run through and Kakashi scratched one side of his head as he took in the senbon-chewing shinobi with his playmate in his arms.

Genma was one of the fortunate ones to have ended up with a pair of beach shorts as opposed to some odd costume but what irritated Kakashi the most was that, even though he didn’t have his head band, whoever dressed him was kind enough to give him a patterned, do-rag instead, so why the hell didn’t they give him something else to cover his Sharingan eye?

Iruka huddled closer to Genma and the other man wrapped his arms more possessively around him and rested his chin against the top of Iruka’s dark head. “It’s okay Iruka-kun,” he said in a soothing voice almost as rich as chocolate. “You’re safe with me.”

Kakashi wanted to bark out ‘Yeah right!’ and he didn’t know how but he managed to stop himself from laughing out loud, although he did blink a few times. “Seems you’ve run out of the frying-pan and into the fire there, Iruka-kun,” he grinned and made himself comfortable on a nearby rock to enjoy the show he knew was about to take place.

“Wh-what are you talking abou-.” Iruka broke off on a gasp when he felt Genma pull him closer against his chest and his fingers began a slow massage but when he tried to push away the other man tightened his hold.

“G-Genma-san,” he said in a panicked voice. “You’re too close.”

“But I want to get closer, Iruka-kun,” he whispered and his touches became more brazen as he trailed his fingertips along the hollow of his spine to cup his firm ass. Iruka gasped and brought a wide-eyed gaze up to the man that was now grinning widely down at him.

“Genma-san, not you too,” he wailed and made a fervent attempt to break free.

“Ah yes, you didn’t know did you,” Kakashi started, obviously amused by Iruka’s suffering. “Genma’s had a thing for you for quite some time now. I’ve been meaning to tell you but,” and he shrugged a pale shoulder. “It kept slipping my mind.”

“Heh! More like you just wanted to keep him all to yourself, right Kakashi-sensei,” Genma corrected.

“That too,” he admitted with a slow nod of his head. “Although, that never should have stopped you from making your own move.”

The taller brunette threw an arm over his captive’s shoulders and pulled him into his chest again while he continued to fondle his behind through the beach shorts and he maintained his blasé conversation with Kakashi while Iruka struggled and grunted against him.

“Would you have shared?” he asked and Iruka yelped when he pinched one cheek none too gently.

Kakashi extended an arm. “I’m sharing now aren’t I?”

“Kakashi you don’t have any right to pawn me off like this,” Iruka argued.

“Hush chibi,” he smirked. “It’s rude to interrupt a conversation between men.”

“And what the hell am I then?” he roared.

“You’re mine!” Genma supplied and he removed the metal weapon from his mouth so he could drop his lips in an equally possessive kiss.

“Hey now, I said share,” and the Jounin chuckled as he watched Iruka beat against Genma’s chest.

“Don’t be like that Iruka-kun,” Genma sighed heavily after breaking the kiss, very excited that all his fantasies were about to come true. “I only want to give you pleasure.” He brought his senbon towards Iruka’s hair and snapped the rubberband with a pointed tip causing his dark locks to cascade in a curtain around his face.

“Why did you do that?” Kakashi asked with a raised eyebrow.

Genma cupped the young teacher’s face and tilted it upwards to appraise his striking features. “Because I think he’s more beautiful like this,” he said.

Kakashi nodded but didn’t agree. “I like it better up. It suits him.”

“Will you two shut up?” Iruka was embarrassed to no end listening to them discuss which hairstyle made him look more attractive and Genma’s eyes became lusty when a soft blush appeared on his dark cheeks.

“Iruka-kun, you’re even more beautiful when you blush.”

“St-stop saying things like that,” but the only reason he did say it was to make his face redder and once he got the desired effect he took Iruka’s lips in a hungry kiss.

It didn’t make any sense fighting him. He wasn’t as strong as Kakashi but as a Special Jounin he was still on a much higher level.

Genma’s tongue explored the vast recesses of Iruka’s mouth and even though the teacher tried to avoid his tongue as much as possible he had to admit that he was a very good kisser. Genma pulled his upper lip into his mouth and suckled gently on it while threading his fingers through his loose hair to tilt his head to one side. The other hand, which held his senbon, he was careful not to let graze against Iruka’s skin too much because he didn’t want to ruin this by causing him any pain.

Iruka gasped when he released his lip but just as soon as he did and before he could catch his breath he pulled its lower partner into his mouth and gave it the same treatment as he did to the previous one.

Iruka couldn’t help but moan and Genma smiled at the wanton noise. He gave the plump lip a final lick before releasing it and putting the senbon back into his mouth. He pulled Iruka’s head back to admire his handiwork and he imagined he would have creamed his pants just looking at him right now.

Iruka was positively fuckable!

His dark chocolate eyes were shielded by a heavy half-lidded gaze, framed by a few strands of damp hair that clung to his face by tiny beads of perspiration. His breath came in erratic pants through a slightly parted mouth and his wet lips shone brilliantly against the sun with saliva.

“I don’t blame you for being so selfish, Kakashi-sensei,” Genma sighed almost dreamily and brushed away the stray locks. “If he were all mine I wouldn’t want to share him either.”

“Just remember who he belongs to,” the Jounin warned, knowing very well Genma would run off with his little Iruka if he ever got the chance.

Iruka was about to open his mouth and chastise them for treating him like some object but his words nearly choked him when a bold hand slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts and cupped his testicles.

“This hard already, Iruka-kun?” he breathed into his ear after moving his weapon to the other side of his mouth.

“Yes, he’s actually very sensitive,” piqued in Kakashi.

Genma stroked his turgid length and Iruka tried to push his arm away but the other man tightened his hold in his hair as a warning and all he could do was bring his hands up and rest them on that broad chest in front of him.

“Ge-Genma-san,” he swallowed. “St-Stop!” He pinched the tip of Iruka’s shiny head and stroked the sensitive underside with his thumb and he cried out, thrusting his hips into the hand that gripped him firmly and causing him to smear his precum over his rod. He yelled for him to stop again but the truth was, it wasn’t Genma that was stroking him anymore, it was he that was thrusting himself into Genma’s hand, he just didn’t realize it and when he removed his hand from his pants the Chunnin whimpered in protest.

Genma retained the firm hold he had in Iruka’s hair while he removed his pants with one hand and when Iruka struggled against him and lifted one leg, making it impossible to pull them down, Genma wrapped both arms around his waist and tackled him to the sandy ground.

“Don’t fight me, Iruka-kun,” and he grunted whenever the smaller man pounded his fists against his shoulders. He was having a hard time divesting his clothes since he squirmed and thrashed wildly beneath him and tried to kick him off with his legs but when he heard the darker man gasp and his motions stilled he looked up to see Kakashi kneeling above his lover’s head and an astringent scowl on his face.

“Don’t be difficult, ‘Ruka-chan,” was his stern command and he grabbed him by the wrists and pulled his arms high above his head.

“Kakashi-san…don’t encourage him,” Iruka wailed as his erection sprang forth and Genma tossed the useless pants aside. “Kakashiii! Make him stop!”

“Eh? Shouldn’t you be screaming my name, Iruka-kun?” the other Jounin smirked and spread his legs wide apart, trapping one beneath his knee and pressing the other into the ground with one hand while he used the other to slowly tease his cock with deliberate strokes.

“Ahhhn, Kakashi!”

“Tsk, he’s still calling your name,” Genma said with a disappointed shake of his head.

“Is that a problem?” the white haired man replied smugly.

“No…it just give me more incentive to work harder. Hold him still!”

Genma trapped his other leg with his knee and brought his now free hand up to his mouth and Kakashi gripped Iruka tightly, unsure of what the other man was going to do but when he saw the Special Jounin suckling long on his senbon he swore and hooked his legs around Iruka’s arms, trapping them behind his knees and leaning forward to press his hands into the other man’s tanned chest.

“What are you doing, Shiranui?” Iruka panted heavily. He had a bad feeling about what the other man was planning and when he removed the long needle from his mouth and brought it towards the tip of his penis that he had gripped in his hand Iruka’s worst fear came to light. “GENMA DON’T!”

“Hold him still!” ordered the older brunette and he tried to keep his hands steady as Iruka shifted beneath him.

“I’m doing my best,” grunted the light-haired shinobi and he pushed harder against Iruka’s chest. “Iruka, calm down!”

“How can you expect me to stay calm when he’s going to put that thing inside me?” he argued.

“But if you don’t stay still you might get hurt.”

Iruka tensed. He didn’t want to get pricked by the needle by accident but he also didn’t want Genma to put it inside him. Iruka did his best to keep completely still but the closer he brought the tip to his head the more he panicked.

“Genma-san…don’t…,” he pleaded on a weak voice. The cold metal pierced the glob of fluid that pooled at his slit and he felt it touch his skin. “Oh God!”

Satisfied that he’d ‘threaded’ his needle successfully Genma pushed it further and Iruka hissed when the tip slipped inside his urethra. Kakashi watched, awestruck, as the senbon disappeared inside Iruka’s cock and the little cries trapped inside his lover’s throat only turned him on even more.

Genma probed inside him slowly, making sure he didn’t nick or scratch the thin walls and he ignored the beads of perspiration that tickled his face as he concentrated on the dangerous job he was doing.

Only a little more…just a little farther.

Iruka sobbed and called Kakashi’s name over and over again, tossing his head from one side to the next and blinking away at the tears that stung the corners of his eyes. He was scared. He knew how sharp those needles were and having one in such a delicate place was very unnerving, it was also very weird having something shoved inside this hole and Iruka bit his lip at the discomfort.

“That should be enough,” the man declared and wiped away at his brow.

Iruka sighed and his chest collapsed with relief and Kakashi removed his hands and cupped Iruka’s face so he could show him the results of Genma’s hard work. “See Iruka-kun, isn’t that amazing?”

The Chuunin blinked as he stared at the silver needle, glinting in the sunlight as it protruded from his erect penis amidst a bed of thick precum. He didn’t see the artistic value the other two did but it was probably because it was his penis and not theirs. “That’s good now take it out.”

“Not yet,” Genma said, voicing Kakashi’s inner thoughts and he rose to his feet but only to remove his shorts until he was just as naked as the other two save for his head tie.

“Genma-san, what are you going to do?” Iruka asked as he got down on his knees again between his tanned legs, but he already knew the answer to that question.

“I only want to bring you pleasure, Iruka-kun,” and with that he brought three fingers to his lips and sucked on them.

“Genma-san wait…I’m still…I mean I haven’t recovered yet.”

“Mmm?” he tilted his head to one side, not quite sure what he was talking about. “Kakashi-sensei, could you hold his legs please?” and he said that even though he still had his fingers in his mouth since he’d had many years of practice with his senbon.

The other Jounin complied and reached over to take Iruka’s legs and his manhood dangled in front of the other man’s face.

“Is this good?” he asked, pulling ‘Ruka’s legs wide apart by the ankles while making sure the tip of the needle didn’t graze his stomach.

Genma nodded and removed his fingers that were now amply coated with his saliva before prodding one at Iruka’s anus. He was surprised when it slipped in easily and even more so when he found his insides to be slightly damp.

“You’ve done it recently?” he asked of the pale man.

“Of course,” he boasted with that trademark smile of his.

“I’m jealous,” Genma sighed and slipped in the remaining two fingers all at once, making Iruka cry out at the painful yet pleasurable sensation. “He makes the sweetest sounds.”

“I know.”

Iruka didn’t have enough strength to tell them to shut up and he dug his fingernails into Kakashi’s thighs and tensed, gritting his teeth together and clamping his eyes shut when Genma removed his hand after stretching him and placed his cock at his pursed entrance.

He prodded against him, smearing his fluids against that little hole before breaching it with the head of his penis and Iruka yelled loudly when he was stretched even further. Genma took his time and entered him very slowly but it still hurt since Kakashi had been a little rough with him before.

“Is this good, Iruka-kun?” Genma smiled down at him while maintaining his slow, adaptable pace.

Iruka shuddered when he pulled all the way out then sheathed himself to the hilt again.

“Iruka-kun, do you like this?” he asked again and caressed his inner thigh with one hand while stroking his cock, just as slowly, with the other.

He had to admit it didn’t feel bad at all. Genma was being very gentle with him and he hardly noticed the needle anymore. “Yes,” he moaned.

Genma rubbed a thumb over his soft sac. “Does it feel good?”

“Y-Yeah…” he panted.

“Better than Kakashi?”

“Hey!” the man in question shot him a flat glare and even though Genma had meant it as a joke he was not amused.

The man chuckled and picked up his pace, rocking his hips in a crescent shaped motion and teasing Iruka’s penis with his fingers. He groaned when he felt him clench around his shaft and Genma put a firm grasp around his cock once again and slowly pumped the needle inside him. Iruka bucked his hips and Genma cursed, quickly releasing his weapon to prevent it from tilting to a side.

“Be careful, Iruka-kun,” he frowned and took the cock in hand again but instead of just moving it up and down he began to spin it from side to side as well.

“OH MY GOD!” Iruka screamed and even though he was warned to hold still he couldn’t help the slight arch of his back and the delightful shivers coursing through his frame. “Genma-san…Genma-san…Oh God!”

He flashed Kakashi a triumphant grin and the Jounin smirked in half-hearted congratulations.

Iruka screamed Genma’s name as he came but the passage was still obstructed by the metal needle and just as he was about to beg him to remove it he pulled it out with one swift motion and Iruka yelled at the top of his lungs as a fountain of white liquid erupted after it.

Genma brought his senbon back to his mouth and tasted Iruka’s tangy essence on the pointed tip and he wished the flavor could remain there indefinitely.

Kakashi released Iruka’s legs just as the man above him resumed his thrusts and Iruka sub-consciously wrapped his legs around his waist to pull his deeper inside. Genma hissed, the air whistling through his teeth and he banged his hips faster and harder at his encouragement. He wasn’t far behind and when Iruka’s face contorted in pain and he groaned his name he spilled himself inside him.

Kakashi climbed off of Iruka and positioned himself beside his bronzed face. He lifted his head with one hand while stroking his hard length with the other and Iruka leaned forward to take it into his mouth just as he thrust his hips forward and when the tip of his shaft grazed against the ridged roof of Iruka’s mouth he grunted and shot a heavy load at the back of his throat.

He couldn’t swallow all of it since he was still trying to catch his breath and what he didn’t drink he spat back out onto the sand.

Kakashi wrapped his arms around his lover’s shoulders and pulled him into his chest just as Genma wrapped his around the smaller man’s tanned waist and tried to snuggle with him spoon fashion.

Both Jounins exchanged a warning glare to the other while poor Iruka was caught up in their little tug of war.

This was going to pose a problem…

***


“Nice skirt Hyuuga!”

The automated response to that question was supposed to be: ‘It’s not a skirt; it’s the traditional Hyuuga uniform, jackass’ but this time, Sasuke’s taunt was dead on.

Neji glared daggers at the Uchiha who had just appeared with another anonymous boy, who also happened to be in some kind of skirt and he ‘hmped’ and crossed his arms over his chest.

Haku frowned at him as well and didn’t think his jibe was funny either. “Oh, don’t mind him. I think you look fabulous. And I love your skirt,” he said with all sincerity. He did think this boy looked good and his dark brown eyes raked over his long, white legs. Actually, he looked kind of hot.

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow and braced himself for more of the Hyuuga’s bitching but he surprised them, and himself, by putting one hand on his waist while sashaying the other one as if he were some diva. “Thanks, I think I look pretty fabulous myself,” he tittered with a toss of his head. “Love your skirt by the way.”

Sasuke’s jaw dropped and he stared wide-eyed at the Hyuuga but that was nothing compared to how shocked, not to mention intrigued Shikamaru was and if the other two weren’t here right now he would have jumped the Hyuuga.

“What, this?” Haku asked, looking down at the sari he’d made from an ordinary bedsheet. “It’s nothing, I threw this together myself.”

“It looks comfortable,” Neji murmured despondently.

“Oh it is,” the other long-haired boy nodded and stepped away from Sasuke’s side so he could lock one arm in Neji’s and lead him towards the huts. “Come, I’ll make one for you.”

Neji was a little hesitant to go along with him but he would have liked to wear something much more concealing than this so he had no choice.

Neither Sasuke nor Shikamaru took their eyes off of the two boys until they disappeared behind a cluster of trees and when they were out of sight Sasuke turned to look at the Nara.

“You had sex with him!” he accused and folded his arms over his chest as if he were some kind of interrogator.

The Nara blinked in surprise and responded with a defensive question of his own. “H-How can you tell?”

Sasuke grinned. “Heh…you just told me.”

‘Shit!’ If that question hadn’t caught him off guard then Sasuke would have never got the upper hand on him like that. “So what,” he shrugged. “You had sex with that person as well.

“What makes you say that?”

“You, of all people, wouldn’t have asked a question like that unless you were guilty of the same thing.”

Sasuke would have called his bluff. The Nara didn’t have any proof that he and Haku had been intimate but he was probably going to believe whatever he wanted anyway.

They were quiet for a pregnant moment, both boys exchanging curious glances at the other before Sasuke’s burning curiosity got the better of him. “So…”

“Screamer,” Shikamaru supplied as if reading his mind.

“Ass-man.”

They were quiet again after that before Sasuke made a face and looked at the place where Neji disappeared then turned back to face Shikamaru. “Screamer?” he asked in disbelief.

“Ass-man?” was his one word response.

Sasuke’s face fell flat. “We never had this conversation.”

To which the Nara replied: “What conversation?”

***

“I can’t believe you used that jutsu twice in a row,” the assistant to the mastermind nagged and stretched the taller man out on the bed where he collapsed in exhaustion.

“I…know,” he panted heavily, almost drained completely of all Chakra and feeling very much on the verges of death. “But…I just had to…bring him back too.”

“Shh, don’t talk,” the younger man snapped and lifted his legs onto the bed. “Just rest and regain your strength.”

“I’m worried though,” he murmured more to himself than the other boy and threw one arm over his eyes.

“Hm…about what?”

“The second resurrection…I don’t think it was complete…”

His accomplice stiffened. “What do you mean ‘you don’t think it was complete’?”

“Usually…usually when using that jutsu, the caster needs quite a bit of Chakra to mend that person's soul back to their body and restore it the way it used to be…not only that but…their memories…personality and past experiences have to be returned to them as well.” He sighed heavily and his head lolled to one side.

“Wait…what are you saying? Are you saying that you’ve made some kind of mindless zombie or something?” he screeched in a panicked voice. If something like that were to happen then that would pose quite a problem.

“Don’t worry yourself about that,” he chuckled. I always make sure to mend the body first, then attach the soul but I ran low on Chakra while I was repairing his memories…”

The young man sighed heavily. “Oh…is that all? What a relief!”

“Quite,” he muttered and turned onto his side.

“Hey, since you did two successful resurrections in a row why don’t we celebrate?” the eager lad suggested while tracing light circles against his master’s back and nuzzling his lips against his neck, but the light snore that emanated from him alerted the disappointed boy that he’d already drifted off to sleep.

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Two successful resurrections at once? We already know one of them is the Yondaime but who is the second man and will there be more to arrive on…THE ISLAND OF BEAUTIFUL MEN?

You decide!

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Oh MAN am I glad this chapter is over. Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to write Gaara x Lee smut? It took me nearly SIX DAYS to get over my writer’s block. The Kakashi x Genma x Iruka portion flowed like a stream and I did that in just a few hours.