It Ends Tonight

A/N: Here's the last chapter! (finally) Thank you to Charmpit and Mihoshi05 for reviewing.

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A FORK IN THE ROAD


'Like a woman,' huh? I'm sure Maito Gai doesn't feel like a woman right now, Yamato thought bitterly as he continued to thrust inside the jounin.

Gai certainly didn't feel like a woman, he simply felt uncomfortable. His position against the wall kept his spine at an awkward angle, Yamato's fingers were biting deep into the muscles of his thighs, and, of course, the new stretched and burning sensation of the tai-jutsu master's no longer virgin entrance seemed inescapable. He mentally apologized to Kakashi for every cramped and uncomfortable place he'd made love to him in. Like Kakashi's kitchen counter...or the broom closet of the mission's office (though that one had been the copy-nin's idea, now that Gai thought about it)...and especially wood-paneled walls.

Through his discomfort, Gai couldn't help but wonder why his Eternal Rival had enjoyed being in this same position that he was in now—unnaturally bent for a long period of time, too hot from another body covering you, and with a sensitive part of your person slowly building in pain.

Then Yamato hit his prostate.

Gai didn't recognize the shout he heard as being his own until it had already left his mouth. By the second time Yamato struck his prostate, Gai's once flagging erection was again hard and standing proud. With only a deep-throated growl for warning (a sound Yamato was quickly learning was a sort of sexual battle cry for the Green Beast), Gai lifted free of the wall to wrap his arms more firmly around his young partner, eliminating all remaining space between their heaving bodies, and to devour the brown-haired shinobi's mouth in a blinding kiss. The ANBU-nin lost his balance at the sudden assault, falling to the floor. The fall forced Yamato so deep into the jounin that Gai saw bright, little lights before his eyes and nearly blacked out.

Yamato, who used his shinobi skill (belatedly) to keep the fall from hurting either of them, tried to gasp out an apology, but Gai wouldn't stop attacking him with thought-derailing kisses long enough to hear it. He couldn't keep up; Gai's whorl wind force kept his head spinning. So, when the tai-jutsu master's strong, insistent hands pushed him flat on the floor, and placed those same callused hands on his pale chest for balance, as he pistoned himself on Yamato's manhood, Yamato let him. He simply concentrated on remembering to breathe, and thrusting up as fast as humanly possible—which was still not fast enough to keep up with Gai.


Sex with Iruka had never been like this; this pace, this force, this urgency was going to make him come way too soon. Somehow the thought of how embarrassing it would be to reach his peak before the jounin, worked it's way through his sensation overloaded mind. Yamato brought his right hand up to the older man's overly endowed, blood engorged penis, wanting to help Gai orgasm first. The image of how it would feel to have that monster of a cock pounding into his own body nearly fried what little brain power he had left (that would surely make any man scream). Does it make Kakashi scream? Yamato couldn't picture it—he'd never seen the special jounin Hatake Kakashi so much as wince.

Yamato's hold on him was too gentle for Gai's taste. Wrapping his own left hand over Yamato's right, Gai increased the pressure and up-ed the speed, teaching the wood-nin how he liked to be touched.

All of it was too much. Yamato's breathing (when he remembered to breathe at all) was ragged, every part of him pulsed, and the adrenaline coursing through him was making his head pound. And, just as he felt the warmth of the older man's completion spilling over his hand, his own orgasm ripping forcefully through him, Yamato fainted.


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Yamato woke to the sound of the shower being turned off. He was in his bed—the last place he remembered being was on the floor, having his ability for thought sexually removed—Gai must have moved him.

“Ah! I see you have once more returned to the Land of the Conscious. I trust your adventure in the Land of Nod was okay?” Gai released a booming laugh at his own joke, obviously in an excellent mood. He stood in the bathroom doorway, freshly showered, once more attired in his green beast jumpsuit

The sound when straight to the ANBU-nin's head, which felt like it wanted to split open. Every part of his body ached, he had to suppress a groan when he sat up on the bed. Yamato was still unclothed and a mess from their earlier actions. As he watched the jounin travel easily around the room, whistling as he gathered his effects, Yamato was awed at the other man's resiliency (weren't ukes supposed to feel worse than the seme after sex?). He decided to not think about it, because, despite the condition his body was in, Yamato felt wonderful. He decided not to think about why that was either.

“Thank you for inviting me into your Lovely home, my Friend. Now it is time that I should be returning to mine.” Gai thought about what he'd said for a moment, then changed his mind. “I think I'll go to the training grounds first, would you like to join me?”

The brown-haired young man shook his head no in amusement. Nothing about Gai really made any sense—like why he'd want to go train in the dead of night. Iruka is never confusing like that.

A sudden realization hit Yamato with his last thought: He felt so good because he hadn't once thought of Iruka since waking up. But, even though he was thinking of his caramel-skinned lover now, he still felt no pain. Sure, he was sore in places he didn't even know about, but he no longer hurt. “I think I'll pass on that this time, Gai-san. Thank you.” He really did mean it, thank you Gai.

With a salute, the Green Beast turned the door knob and walked through the door. Or he would have, if someone else hadn't been standing just beyond the door frame, blocking his way.

“Iruka-sensei, how nice to see you!”

Iruka just stood there, his dark eyes wide with surprise at the six feet of green-suited shinobi before him, his mouth hanging open.

Yamato couldn't help but laugh.

The pony-tailed chunnin quickly snapped his mouth shut, his attention directed to his naked lover. Iruka glared.

“I'm sure you two have much to talk about,” Gai said, as he lifted Iruka up by his shoulders, placing him in the room so he no longer blocked his exit. Iruka spluttered, obviously furious and at a loss for words. Yamato down right giggled at that. “I'm sorry to leave before really saying hello, Iruka-sensei, but I must be off to the training grounds. Good night to you both!”

Once Gai closed the door on the lovers, he could immediately hear Iruka's conniption hitting like a warhead. Yamato was still laughing.



Later on that night, after Gai had finially made his way home, the sun just starting to poke through the Konoha trees, the jounin felt good about his decision. In a small box that he scrounged from the bottom of his closet, Gai proceed to collect all the belongings that Kakashi had accidentally left over at his house over the course of their relationship. It wasn't much...a few pieces of clothing, a paper-backed novel that had become worn past reading...and nothing else really. If Gai had been more prone to melancholy, he probably would have sighed—Kakashi had shared so little of his self with him. But he'd used up all his self pity earlier, and he didn't feel like searching within himself for more.

After he got some sleep, he'd drop off the box at Kakashi's apartment. Gai smiled, he knew his Eternal Rival and (now) ex-lover so well, that he could already see how the confrontation would play out. He'd hand the masked shinobi the box, and Kakashi would accept it without ever looking up from his little orange book. He'd understand instantly what Gai meant by the action—it wouldn't take a genius (even though Kakashi was one) to figure the meaning behind something like that.

As Gai crawled into bed, he thought about, along with the box, presenting a Challenge to his rival tomorrow, but his eyes closed in sleep before he could make up his mind on what it should be (who could pick the most apples from a single tree? or an old-fashioned race).



Later on that night, after Yamato and Iruka had climbed into bed, Iruka still hypocritically furious, Yamato felt good about his decision. He would stay with Iruka, he just loved the pig-headed chunnin too much to leave. Somewhere between his laughing and Iruka's yelling, they'd managed to talk a few things out. Yamato would work on not being too clingy and Iruka would stop seeing the copy-nin.

Yamato knew that his relationship with the chunnin wasn't a perfect one, but it was one worth keeping. He fell asleep content, hoping that Gai was as happy with whatever path he'd chosen to take with Kakashi as he was with the path he'd chosen to take with Iruka.


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