Emotional Training

A/N: I'll fix the spelling mistakes soon...I'm just a little too worn out to do that right now. (That was a lot of smut to write...and this was my longest fanfiction ever--dirty or clean).

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NIGHT THREE

(Kakashi/Sakura)

"Sakura-chan."

At the sound of her name, spoken by someone she hadn't expected to see here, tonight of all nights, Sakura spun around like a shot. She hadn't been hearing things, but she still couldn't believe her eyes. It was..."Sasuke-kun?" From out of the shadows of Kakashi's apartment, stepped Uchiha Sasuke, as beautiful and perfect as any boy could be. "Sasuke-kun! Wha-what are you doing h--?"

He cut her off before she could finish, "Sakura, I'm only here if you want me to be."

Confused, she asked, "What do you mean by that Sasuke-kun?"

"Close your eyes, reach out, and touch me."

Without a moment's hesitation, the kunoichi did as told--Sasuke was the one who was asking after all. But...but...it wasn't Sasuke-kun! She couldn't explain it, but the body she felt was Kakashi-sensei's. Then she understood: a transformation jutsu. The man before her only looked like her beloved Sasuke-kun, it was Hatake Kakashi in reality. "As I said, I'm only here--like this--if you want me to be."

"K-Kakashi..." her voice simply disappeared as the disguised jounin came closer. It was Sasuke-kun, her Sasuke-kun, willing and wanting to be with her. In her mind she knew that it was her teacher, but her heart wanted this, wanted it desperately. "Sasuke-kun, I love you." It was wonderful to say those words aloud.

"I know, Sakura-chan, I've known for a long time. How could I not love you in return?" And then he put his arms around her, cradling her pink head with one hand against his shoulder. "Only an idiot would be foolish enough to deny you."

"Oh," she began to cry, "Sasuke-kun, I love you so much!" She was really crying in ernest now, great wracking sobs that tore at her ribs, and Sasuke held her throughout the storm (just as she'd always dreamed). "I tried to ask you--I tried--but I was too scared you'd say no. I wanted this night to be with you, and, now, you're here, and...and I..." She just couldn't stop crying.

"It's okay, Sakura-chan. Stop crying." He lifted her face to look at his, cradling it with both confident hands, and wiping away her tears with the edge of his thumb. Then, like a miracle, he graced her with a rare smile. Oh, but he was just so beautiful. And he was here--she still couldn't believe it. Her breath caught in her throat, when the boy actually leaned in for a kiss.

"Oh, Sasuke-kun." The kiss was firm, and gentle (everything she'd wished it to be), but she didn't close her eyes--she wouldn't. He'd disappear if she closed her eyes, even for a minute.

Standing back, grasping her hands in his own, he let slip another little smile. "Come with me, Sakura-chan, we have a lot of wasted time to make up for."

A blush rising to her cheeks, she answered simply, "Okay," as he led her to the back room.

"Here we are."

"Oh--Sasuke-kun." Her breath escaped her. The room was lit with dosens of candles, their soft, golden light infusing the room with an air of magic. "Is all this for me?" she asked. He simply nodded, and released her hands to sit on the plush bed. Sakura sat beside him, a confusing mix of excitement and uncertainty in her stomach.

"What are you thinking, Sakura-chan?"

Looking into those black eyes, staring warmly into her own green ones, she replied, "I don't know whether to kiss you, and never let you go, or--"

He brought a pale finger to her lips, "Now that sounds like a good idea." With a trade-mark Uchiha smirk in place, Sasuke replaced his finger with his mouth.

She felt herself melt into it, her lids nearly hiding her eyes, but not completely--she still wouldn't close them.

"Sakura-chan, you taste like honey," Sasuke pulled back slightly to lick at her lips, then moved to her jawline, gracing it with shiver inducing nibbles, "and your skin is so soft."

That seals it, next time I go to the store, I'm stocking up on honey-buns and moisturizer. A gasp was ripped from her, as he found the spot behind her ear, "Sasuke-kun!" Traveling down the column of her slender neck as slowly as possible, the dark-haired young man increased the intensity of the connection. Kisses, then little nipps that nearly undid the girl beside him, until he had left a definite mark just over her collarbone. "Oh, Sasuke-kun." The kunoichi really didn't know if she was capable of saying anything besides just his name, but, as he traveled lower, lips once more issuing teasing little kisses, Sakura found her voice. "Please." She had the back of his head cradled in her hand, as he looked up from his current position, nearly glued to her chest, hand on the zipper of her blouse, stilled before he could pull it down. "Please let me touch you." Not a trace of blush was on her cheeks now, she wanted this too much to be embarrassed about it.

The Uchiha sat up straight again, and nodded--he was always so efficient. Removing his blue, high-collared shirt, Sasuke moved up onto the bed, positioned the pillows just so, and leaned back against the head board. "I'm all yours, Sakura-chan. Do with me as you wish."

Her throat went dry at hearing something so incredibly sexy. Sasuke-kun, her Sasuke-kun, was laid out for her to do what ever she wanted to, the candles making his pale skin glow gold. She mentally slapped herself, Inner Sakura screaming, Baka! Sasuke-kun is shirtless on a bed, waiting and wanting, and your buisy gawking. Move your ass! NOW! She didn't need much encouraging.

Bringing both her legs under her, up on the bed, she knelt on his right side. Scaning the pale boy beside her, from spiked, sculpted hair-tips to beautifully shaped feet, thinking of where best to start her exploration of Sasuke-kun's body. It wasn't that hard of a choice, the kunoichi placed both of her hands on the lightly muscled chest, a part of him she'd never touched before--even by accident. Sakura let her fingers and palms feel each delicious dip of his exposed torso, running them first down, then back up (she couldn't keep a smile from her face). Sasuke caught her wrists at the up-stroke. "Sasuke-kun?" she questioned, looking up into his onyx eyes.

"Use your nails this time."

Hooking her fingers, till the tips of her manicured nails pushed into the white skin of his collar, Sakura lightly raked them over his chest. It was satisfying in a strange way to see the red marks her fingernails made. The red faded back into white. She did it again, harder this time, since he urged her. Sasuke gasped when she hit his aureole with a piny nail. Sakura did it again, getting a hissed 'yessss' in response. It was so strange, thinking of Sasuke-kun--always so introverted and cold--with sensitive spots. This time, the red marks didn't disappear.

The Uchiha sat up, and wrapped an elegant hand behind her neck. Licking her lips, Sakura leaned over the remaining space, meeting him in a slow kiss. This time, when Sasuke brought a hand up to pull down her blouse's zipper, she let him. He reached past the gaping opening, to touch her breast. His hand felt delicious. Only the cloth of her bra separated her from his rubbing palm. "Hmmm." It felt really nice. As much as she hated to, Sakura pulled back. The pink-haired girl let her blouse fall off of her shoulders. Sasuke's eyes were fixed on her unmovingly, as she reached behind her back to release the hook and eye of her bra. She didn't take it off herself though. The kunoichi let it hang limply on her, waiting for the boy in front of her to do that for himself. Smirking, he did just that. The onyx gaze drank in the sight of her, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at that stare. Sasuke-kun really did want her, and knowing that felt even better than when he wrapped his arms around her. He encouraged her to move to his lap, kissing the side of her neck once more. Sakura had to remind herself over and over to keep her eyes open, to not let them slip closed--knowing the illusion could be broken easily, and she really didn't want this to stop.

Remembering how Sasuke had liked her scratches, she bit into his shoulder.

"Fuck!"

She smiled around the skin between her teeth; that had been a very good sounding 'fuck.'

Sasuke twisted them around, laying her on her back, with her shapely legs still wrapped around him. Disentangling himself, he began un-buttoning the fly of his shorts. Sakura felt her mouth go dry. It ran through her mind briefly, that this wasn't Sasuke, it was Kakashi, and would he really have this henge of Sasuke perfect? Would everything be exactly the same as her Sasuke-kun? Then Inner Sakura punched those thoughts into oblivion; this was their Sasuke-kun, not their perverted teacher--get it right! Submitting to the stronger will of her inner self, the pink-haired girl slipped once more into the depths of the illusion.

Being a med-nin, Sakura had seen a number of nude bodies, both men and woman, meaning she felt something of an authority on the human form. So, she was absolutely confident in her assessment of Sasuke-kun's body, now bare before her: He was perfect. Of course he was, how could anyone imagen him being any different?

"You might want to look away before your nose starts bleeding."

Sakura blushed, "I didn't mean to stare."

Sasuke smirked, "Stare all you want," he crawled back on top of her, seeking a kiss, "I know I'm something worth looking at."

The Kunoichi laughed, obliging the waiting lips with a peck, "conceited."

Another smirk, "You know it."

They began to make-out in earnest once again, both loving the feel of naked skin against naked skin. All of her Sasuke-kun was available for her hands to touch, and Sakura wasn't about to let the opportunity go to waste. The skin of the Uchiha's left arm was thick and tough from perfecting Chidori, his lips were chapped (dried out from performing Gatton), his legs and thighs and gluts were taunt from his speed training (Sakura lingered over the 'gluts,' kneading them eagerly), but the rest of the chunin's body was soft, as soft as her's. "You're gorgeous, Sasuke-kun."

"You're not so bad yourself," he kissed the underside of her breast, earning a pleased 'hmmm' in response. "I'd like to see more though."

As soon as Sakura slipped what little was left of her clothes off her hips, things began moving faster. Their love making, which had been so leisurely before, quickly became breathless. Sasuke's need was insistent against her hip, his slender fingers eagerly seeking the warm, wet place between her thighs. The slight burn of his fingers entering her felt like the most intimate possession, but the stretching was over quickly. Black eyes filled her vision, as Sakura crossed her ankles over the small of his back, bringing their bodies almost flush against each other. He was asking silently if she was ready, his hard sex in position. She felt the dip in the mattress by the side of her head, where Sasuke's hand held his weight, she could feel his other hand slick against her shoulder, their skin clammy from exertion. Their breath was hot on each other's faces, and Sakura wasn't ready. Not now, she needed a moment--this moment--to remember this. This sight, this warmth, this realized dream. Taking a breath, Sakura closed her eyes.

"Thank you, Kakashi-sensei."

The kunoichi felt the copy-nin's lips on her forehead, "You're welcome, Sakura-chan."

With a sigh and a nod, she signaled that she was finally ready.

"Ungh."

"Ah...ah, ah."

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(Gai/Lee)



"Yosh! That's enough for today, my youthful students!"

Team Gai immediately fell to the ground, exhausted from the day's training. Well, all that is, except Lee. Dirty from being knocked to the ground so many times while sparing with Neji, and sweaty from dodging all of Ten-ten's projectiles, Lee was still bouncing with energy. "But there's still light out, Gai-sensei!," he protested. "We can still fit in another hour of training; we must spend all the time we can to make sure we are the best team there is!"

"Haha, yes, that is true, but it is also important to listen to your squad leader."

snapping to attention, and raising a hand to his brow in a salute, "Hai, Gai-sensei."

"Very good, Lee," he smiled at his protege, and barked a "DISMISSED!" to his team at large. As Neji disappeared into the dusk of the surrounding forest, Gai couldn't help but watch him go. He'd watched the Hyuuga boy closely all day for any signs of...well, he wasn't sure what. But the boy had acted normally, and hadn't shown that last night's training had any lasting harm--Gai was relieved, he never wanted to hurt any one of his precious pupils. Flicking a glance at Ten-ten's retreating figure, he thought, not for the first time, how happy he was not to have had to administer this particular emotional training with her. The green beast had been a jittery mess when Neji came to his house, how much worse would he have been if Ten-ten, a budding flower, had been there instead. Then again...that raised other questions... Like who had compromised the virtue of his team's female member? There was that one boy in the village that he'd seen Ten-ten walking with a few times; he wasn't even a shinobi. It shouldn't be too hard to find out where the boy lived, with a couple of well placed questions, no one would even know he was serching for him...

"Gai-sensei?"

Lost in his own thoughts, Gai responded, distracted, "Ya-huh."

"I need to go home first, but I'll be at your house as soon as possible!"

"Sure, Lee."

"Bye, Gai-sensei! See you soon!"

"Huh?" Gai looked up in enough time to see the young man jogging away. "This is going to be hard."

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Gai couldn't even really pin-point when it began, when he'd first started to have these inappropriate thoughts about his most precious student. At the preliminaries for the third part of the chunin exam, was when he first became aware of having stronger than normal emotions for Lee...but he hadn't allowed himself to examine them. When Gaara had raised his monstrous hand, prepared to snuff out the light of one so bright as Rock Lee, Gai had felt enraged. He'd lept to the floor of the arena without conscious thought, his blood beating the drum of his ears, until all else was blocked out. Everyone who saw his face at that moment felt a chill creep into them--it had been a murderous look. There was also the time three years ago when Lee had been crying, faced with the loss of his dream, pouring his broken heart out to him. The green beast had felt that same emotion he'd felt at the chuunin exams, but directed a different way, the blood pounding loud in his ears again. It was too big of an emotion to keep inside. Gai had opened his mouth, not sure what shape the feeling would take, until that admonition sprung full grown from his lips: He'd told Lee that, if Lee died, Gai would die too. And he meant it. Latter that night, alone in his bed, he had to admit to himself what those words meant. Willing to die with someone...those weren't words a teacher spoke to a student. He didn't sleep that night, his thoughts spinning too fast to allow him rest.

When Gai looked at his other students, Ten-ten and Neji, a warm love glowed in his chest. When he looked at Lee, the warm feeling became a blazing heat, spreading to all parts of his body. It made his stomach sick with how sweet it was, and his head ache with how consuming it was. It'd been a year since he'd admitted his feelings to himself, and a year since he'd resolved to never act upon them. After all, how could there ever be a relationship between two people with 12 years of difference in their ages? Also, a relationship between members of the same team was forbidden--with good reason, a shinobi couldn't afford to distract himself with concern for his lover when on a mission. Also, also...there was the fact that Rock Lee liked girls. One pink-headed, medical-nin kunoichi to be precise; there was no competing with (or changing) that. Gai mentally beat himself up for his jealousy. The girl didn't even want his student, but she could have him and Gai couldn't.

Then the dreams had started. These had begun only recently...a half a year at most ago. Dreams full of Rock Lee, his shining subordinate, writhing in pleasure beneath him. These dreams made him burn with embarrassment. Gai had started increasing his daily training, until he was pushing himself to exhaustion each night, just trying to work himself to the point of dreamless sleep. It helped, but didn't always work. More mornings than not, he'd wake up to the sound of dream-Lee's moans and cries still echoing off the walls.

So far, Gai'd managed to keep, with herculean effort, any of this from showing when he was in public with his student, but now he had a great test set before him. This emotional training...this training could very well break him. With Lee in his arms, how would he be able to keep his passion from showing? It would be obvious. Rock Lee would turn away from him in disgust, and their current youthful camaraderie would be destroyed. Gai had meant what he'd said three years ago: Without the chunin, he'd die.

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Gai masturbated in the shower when he got home. He hoped it would help, hoped it would make his dark passion just a little less noticeable to the young man that was sure to be at his door step any minute. Now dry and clean, dressed with only a towel around his waist, the jounin leaned his head against the cool tiles of his bathroom wall, in an effort to collect his thoughts. Would Lee hate him so terribly? If he knew that is. No, Lee would never hate him; Gai could do no wrong in the boy's eyes, and Gai knew it. Lee wouldn't hate him, in fact, Lee would probably agree to a relationship with his teacher if the jounin asked...but it'd be out of respect for Gai's feelings, and the great youthful, platonic love the boy felt towards him. No, I must not be obvious! I must keep this from him, Lee should not have the spring time of his youth complicated by such unwanted attentions. Yes! I will hold myself in-check! Waterfalls streamed down the bowl-cutted instructor's face, moved to manly tears by his declaration. Yes, the youth of--

-knock, knock, knoc-a-doc!-

Lee!

The color drained from him, and a numbness spread through his limbs. Gai grabbed the shower railing to keep himself from falling at the loss of feeing in his legs.

"Gai-sensei! Are you home?!" -knock, knock, knoc-a doc!-

That last 'knock-a-doc' brought the jounin back to his senses--he dressed in his jumpsuit faster he ever had before (not noticing that it was on back-to-front), and made his way to the front door.

Rock Lee's voice called from the outside, "Gai-sensei, I'm coming in!"

Gai was half way through the living room, when Lee walked in. He grabbed the top of the sofa with one hand, legs again going numb; if he was reacting this badly at just the sight of his student, how would it be when he actually had to touch the boy? But what a sight. That innocent smile, those adorable round eyes, and his hair, still wet from his own shower, cutely plastered to his forehead.

The chunin took in his teacher's pale face and stiff posture, "Gai-sensei, are you alright?"

"Never better, Lee!" Gai managed to say in a half way normal voice.

"You don't look too well."

Oh no. Lee was now standing in front of him, reaching out with an unwrapped hand to gage Gai's temperature. Gai quickly stepped back. "I assure you, Lee-kun, that I have no fever." He couldn't let the chunin touch him, not yet, not before he could gain some measure of control. His eyes were glued to that bare hand that had nearly undone him.

Lee hadn't bothered to wrap up his arms after his shower, expecting the difficult bandages to be a hindrance rather than an advantage to this particular training session. He felt uncomfortable without them, exposed and naked, it showed in the way he kept wringing his hands. His hands were the only thing he really felt self-conscious about. They were rough, scarred, and beaten, with stitches crossing the left first knuckle.

"Lee, stop fidgeting."

The chunin immediately snapped into a salute, "Hai, Gai-sensei."

"At ease, Lee."

"Hai, Gai-sensei."

With a strength building inhale, Gai put on his 'professional voice' and got to business. "Now, Lee...go sit on the couch!"

Giving a brilliant smile, the younger green beast responded with a super bright, "Hai, Gai-sensei!" and bounced off to do as ordered.

Such youthful energy!

Having already turned his back, Rock Lee heard rather than saw his sensei collapse to the floor. With a gasped, "Gai-sensei!" the chunin was at the older man's side in half a heart beat. "I knew you weren't okay!"

"I'm just fine--" Gai interrupted himself with a surprised yelp at the feel of Lee's palm on his shoulder.

"Let me help you up, Gai-sensei." The young man was biting his lip in worry, impressive eyebrows furrowing.

"Really, I'm fine, I can get up my self." He regained his feet while pushing off his subordinate's anxious touch, trying not to be obvious about it. "Let's continue with your training." Sweat broke out on his forehead at those words.

Lee whipped in front of him, concern still written on his features. "We can't train when your sick! Over exerting your body is not good for you!" Gai muttered a low, 'Look who's talking,' before Lee continued, pretending he didn't hear. "You're pale and sweating--look! you're even unsteady on your feet!" The jounin tried to walk around his student, but was easily blocked.

"I don't want to hear any such insubordinate chatter, Lee-kun." Yes, that was it, remain distant, unfriendly. Maybe then my heart will stop pounding so hard.

"B-but, Gai-sensei!"

"That's ENOUGH, Lee."

"Ossu."

Rock Lee stepped out of the way, and Gai, with thankfully even tred, made it to the front of the couch and plopped down. Bringing a still slightly shaky hand to his forehead, he wiped away the perspiration there; this was all just so stressful! (The jounin didn't even noticed he actually sat on the coffee table instead of his sofa).

The chunin followed, taking a seat, right in front of his sensei, where he could keep a good eye on him. "I don't mean to over step my bounds, Gai-sensei, but I think maybe you should see a medical nin. Maybe Sakura-san--"

"Sakura's with Kakashi," Gai bit off the words, his jealously coming across as cold frankness.

Sucking in a breath, hurt, Rock Lee looked away.

What have I done? "Lee, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said such a thing." How could I have hurt my most precious person like that? Such insensitivity can not be forgiven!

"No need to appologise, Gai-sensei--it's true. Sakura-san's with Kakashi-sensei tonight, just like I'm with you tonight."

Gai doubted that. He was sure his eternal rival was being the epitomine of professionalism about this whole ordeal, handling it all in a cool and hip manner, totally at his ease. Not acting like his decidedly less reserved peer...acting like a nervous school boy, about to puke on his prom date's dress.

"I know you care for Sakura..."

"Hi, Gai-sensei, she has become a close friend."

'Friend?' The jounin's ears perked at the word, surprised and confused. "I thought she was your 'angel,' whom you would 'protect until you died.' I thought that she was one of your special people."

Lee couldn't help a small, warm smile from creeping onto his face. "She is, and I will; a first love is special, and a part of me will always be Sakura-san's. Her spirit, her passion, continues to inspire me to this day, but she was not meant for me." Lee's smile slipped a little. "She loves Sasuke-kun with all her heart, but I don't believe she has yet found the one made just for her."

'...the one made just for her.' That line echoed in Gai's head, along with the knowledge that his student was no longer in love with the kunoichi. His heart soared for a brief moment, before he squashed it back down to earth and reality where it belonged. It was all too easy to get your hopes up, but there was still the fact that Lee was 12 years his junior and a team mate (with whom physical relationships where not allowed). Looking across at the chunin, lost in his own thoughts, still smiling to himself, Gai had to close his eyes. The familiar pounding was starting in his ears again, and he wanted it to go away.

"We should begin, Gai-sensei."

The sweat was cooling on his clammy skin, making him feel truly sick. The jounin raised his eye-lids slowly...and sucked in a whistling breath. His eyes bulged at the sight in front him, before he quickly shut them again. The drum in his head was now as rapid as a machine gun. I did not just see Rock Lee naked, sitting right in front of me, he assured himself. When I look again, he'll be waring the same green jumpsuit as me, like always. Now, open your eyes!

"Gai-sensei, are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?"

Of course not. Gai didn't need a doctor, he needed a coroner. He had stopped breathing, and in five minutes or so, he'd be beyond the help of medical science forever, because his eyes had not deceived him before. Lee was in fact naked, sitting on his sofa. That was just a bit too much too take in for someone who was trying his damndest to not picture something just like this. What a way to go, though.

"Gai-sensei!"

Gai let in a great gasp of air; Lee had, in a act of desperation, smacked him across the face. Brought back to his senses, the older man managed a choked, 'Thank you, Lee,' once he was no longer blue.

"You stopped breathing! Please, sensei, let me go get someone to--"

"No." He looked up and down the angular body of his student, this time only getting a dry throat and weak knees at the sight. "I'm okay, Lee." The chunin gave him a look over crossed arms, that said he didn't believe the jounin in the slightist, Gai couldn't help but laugh; it just seemed so rediculous, considering the boy's state of undress. Rock Lee was somewhat reassured by the laugh, and agreed not to go grab the nearest ninja cablable of medical ninjutsu, to bring back to check on his sensei.

"Just promise to take it easy, okay, Gai-sensei?"

So cute. "Sure, Lee."

"Just tell me what to do." Gai nearly stopped breathing again, as Lee closed the short distance between them, and sat in his lap. Bare legs came to rest on either side of the jounin's thighs, as equally bare arms draped themselves around his neck. "Just tell me what to do, Gai-sensei." Those round, innocent eyes were looking directly into his, trusting completely. If only the boy knew how much he wanted to just dig his hands into those slender hips, and grind their bodies together. If only he knew just how much he wanted to devour those thin lips, and marr that long neck with kisses and love-bites. Gai looked away, he didn't deserve this pure creature before him.

"Did I do something wrong?"

The jounin was shocked and alarmed to hear the boy's voice go throaty with tears. He quickly looked up at his student, seeing his face squenched with sorrow, doing his best to hold back the steady flow of tears that leaked from his eyes. "Lee..."

"I'm sorry, Gai-sensei. It's...it's just, that... Well, you looked away just then, and earlier...y-you flinched when I t-t-touched you. Did I do something wrong, Gai-sensei? Did I," he paused to suck in a sobbing gasp of air, "o-offend you in some way? Because I-I'm sorry!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the older man pulled the younger into a tight embrace. "Shhh, you've done nothing wrong, Lee, nothing at all. It's me, I'm just not...Just please stop crying, Lee." Gently pushing on the chunin's lean shoulders, till he could see Lee's face, Gai wiped away the shinning trails on the chunin's cheeks with his thumbs. "Such youthful emotions are admirable, but I'm sorry to have been the cause of them.

After a few more sniffles, Rock Lee was able to regain his smile. Once Gai dropped his hands, Lee brought his up to wipe away the rest of the wetness, but stopped when he caught the sight of his scars. He quickly hid them behind his back.

"I'll have none of that, Lee." Reaching behind the young man's back, Gai snatched the other's wrists, and held them between their chests. "Never be ashamed of your hands Lee. They show your hard work. And, when you finally show the village that you defeated genius with your hard work alone, these hands I hold right here will be your proof." The chunin was entranced by his mentor's words, round eyes locked to his smaller ones. "Your hands are the most beautiful part of you." Rock Lee blushed from the praise. Lost in the magic of the moment, Gai kissed the stitches on the left hand. Did I just do that...?!

"Sensei!!!" Gai couldn't look up, wouldn't meet the horrified look that was surely there, waiting for him. Insted, Lee flung his arms around the older green beast's neck, exclaiming, "You're the best, Gai-sensei!"

Gai let out a relieved chuckle, the boy had misinterpreted the action; his dark secret was still safe.

Rock Lee pulled back, heartened by the laugh, "You sound much better, sensei."

He did feel better, he really did, the jounin was beginning to believe that he could actually get through this training with his subordanite none the wiser. Lee trusted him completely.

"Time marches on, Gai-sensei. We should complete the training."

So much for feeling better. Gai let out a groan, and closed his eyes.

The chunin's mouth curved into a frown, perphaps Gai-sensei isn't doing any better. That's alright, he reasoned, all Gai-sensei needs to do is instruct me...I can do everything else. "Just tell me what to do, Gai-sensei," he repeated. The older man didn't say anything, continuing to sit with his eyes closed, breathing shallowly. Well, looks like I'll need to start without instruction.

Gai dimly felt the boy's arms around him, deftly untying the red hitai-ate from around his waist. He was concentrating on his breathing, which had nearly stopped again at the mention of resuming the training. He'd been a fool to think, even for a moment, that this would be easy. Once the hitai-ate was out of the way, Rock Lee set to work on his teacher's jumpsuit, pulling it down by the neck. Gai came back from his musings briefly as his pupil was pealing the spandex over his strong arms. Should I really do this? There were other options...His own sensei had sent him and his fellow team mates to a brothel insted of administering the training himself. Perhaps Gai should have done something along those lines...but no. The green beast knew he'd never have been able to do such a thing; brothels were so impersonal and cold and, well, not youthful. Never would he willingly send any of his students to such an establishment. And, really, he'd wanted this--this time with Lee. As a fellow team mate, Gai could never be with the one his heart desired, but, as an instructor, he could be with his student this one night. For this one night, if for nothing else.

"Lift up your hips, please, Gai-sensei." The older man did so, and the younger pulled the green fabric down past his thighs, over his muscled legs, and, finally, slipped it off of his bare feet. In his mad rush to get dressed, Gai hadn't put on any underwear beneath the suit.

His face was red and burning in embarasment--he was already half hard.

Lee saw the blush, and wondered why his sensei would be embarased--he certainly had nothing to be embarased about. Even if it hadn't been obvious in the tight jumpsuit, it was surely obvious now, Gai-sensei was quite endowed.

Clearing his throat, Gai muttered, "Um, Lee, in the bathroom there's a plastic tube on the counter..."

"Hai, Gai-sensei." The young man jumped up and retrieved the item almost before his teacher had finished speaking. Task completed, he returned to his previous postion, kneeling between the older man's knees.

The image that filled his imediate vision was something straight from one of his dreams. Rock Lee, his precocious protege, as naked as himself, holding a tube of lubrecant. It made the blood rush from his flushed face to his groin, and, light-headed, Gai decided to lay back. The hard wood of the coffee table feeling cool against his over heated skin. A sudden cold feeling on his stiffening member made him jump. Looking down, the jounin could see the dark-haired youth spreading some of the contents of the tube over his arousal--now that just wasn't fair. At that touch, on his most intimate of places, Gai could no longer hold back. Sitting up, he grabbed the young man by the fore arms, and brought him into his lap once more. Laying back again, draging Rock Lee down on top of him, the jounin brought their mouths together in a brutal kiss. Caught off guard, it took Lee a few moments before he was able to reciprocate. Gai loved the clumsy way the boy's untried lips returned his kisses; he was lost in those kisses, having finally given up the ghost of remaining passionless. If only this moment were eternal, then I wouldn't have to face the concequences...

"Sensei?"

"Hm?"

"That was my first kiss."

Gai groaned, and let his eyes fall closed.

"Well, I mean, I've had a kiss on the cheek before, but that was my first real kiss. As in on the lips. Well, techniquely, it was my first kisses, since we kissed more than once, or--"

"Lee."

"Hai, Gai-sensei?"

"Stop babbling."

"Hai, Gai-sensei." The chunin sat up, leaving a cold place where his warm body had been on the jounin's torso.

Opening his eyes again, the older green beast saw Rock Lee studying his erection, as if deciding on a plan of action. Evidently he came to a conclusion, because the boy put on a determained face and went up onto his knees. He positioned himself, guiding the hard phallus with one hand to his entrance.

"Lee, no--wait."

But Lee ignored his teacher, lowering himself until the head of Gai's penis had penetrated the hot ring of muscle. Gai flung his head back, earning a painful bumb when he connected with the hard wood of the table. The pain was no comparison with the plusing pleasure of that tight sheath. Lee, it was Lee he was feeling. Tears flowed freely down his face at the thought. And, as the chunin finally came to rest on Gai's pelvis, fully seated, Gai realized something else: The boy was tight, but not as much as he'd expected--Lee had prepared himself before arriving at his sensei's house. It turned him on, and made him feel like laughing at the same time (his pupil has always been an over acheiver).

Itai. He hadn't expected Gai-sensei to be so big--it hurt. His teacher was rolling his powerful hips up into him, and slowly Rock Lee was getting used to the feeling. It wasn't long before the young man was returning the action.

Rock Lee's position afforded him almost complete control over the situation. Gai prefered it that way. This way he wouldn't push the young man too fast, Lee could set his own pace. He'd do anything for the chunin he loved--even be pacient.

Placing his marred hands on his teacher's strong chest, Lee lifted himself almost completely free, before plunging back down forcefully. "Hm!"

"Ah!" Aparently there was no need for Gai to be paticent--his student had never been one for taking things slow and easy.
The boy repeated the action, the coffee table shaking with the force of their bodies connecting. The pace being set had to hurt, but Lee never feared pain. He knew that the pain was worth it, that the result was worth it (it was something that he had learned with all his years of training), and he wasn't wrong. Trying his best too keep his movents steady and even, judging that he was doing everything right from the way his squad leader was gasping, Lee changed the angle of penetration slighly. He didn't anticipate the result.

"Gai-sensei!"

Something inside him had sent off sparks, like steel striking flint. It happened again as he kept pistoning his body. And again. Oh, what a feeling! The younger green beast increased his pace, nearly breathless from the speed. It still hurt, but now endorphines were taking the edge off of that, letting him concentrate on the searing sparks.

If he could think, Gai would have been amazed at his protege's eagerness. Right now it was all he could do to match the younger man thrust for thrust. The jounin was being pounded into the surfacee of the table beneath him, the wood groaning from the abuse. When his vision began to blure and his lower stomach became tight with impinding release, Gai knew he was close. "Lee. Touch yourself."

"H-Hai." He could barely get the word out between gulps of air.

By this time, they'd both been reduced to sounds (grunts and gasps and groans) and heat and sweat. Their minds were realing, overwhelmed with the beat of the blood druming in their ears, and the sparks igniting in their bodies.

Oh, I can't stand any more! Gai gently touched Lee's face, the soft caress at odds with the brutal force of their trusts. The boy was just so beautiful, and here, with Gai, in this way; the jounin knew he wouldn't be able to keep his heart from speaking it's mind. Before this night was over he would have to tell this beautiful young man above him how he felt. They were both just so close to the edge of their peaks, it was aparent in the way Lee's unbelievable pace managed to increase even further in force. Just when the green beast opened his mouth to confess, he felt the chunin's inner walls spasm around his member, and the coffee table finally give way. As Gai fell through the broken boards, orgasuming, the words, "I love you!" rang through the charged air.

I love you. He had heard the words clearly, but knew he wasn't the one who had spoken them.

"I love you, Gai-sensei."

Breaking their bodies' connection, the boy laid down on his chest, face burried in his neck, sobbing. "I love you, Gai-sensei," he repeated through his tears. I'm sorry. I know it's wrong. I know it! But...I ju-just can't help it!" Lee clung to the older man like he never wanted to let go. "I'm sorry, Gai-sensei, but I can't help the way I feel."

Gai let him cry it out, too tired and confused to do anything else. Once the sobs had become mear hic-cups, the junin spoke. "What did I tell you earlier about crying, Lee?"

The chunin pushed off of the older man, until he was looking him in the eyes, face wet.

"I said to stop it." Gai leaned up on one arm, craddling Lee's cheek with his other hand, and kissed his love on his parted lips. "I love you too, Lee. I have for a long time."

Lee was stunned, but not for long. He grabbed his now lover in a crushing bear hug, laughing with happiness. But soon his laughter died, and his grip slackened, "We can't...it isn't allowed--"

Gai brought a finger to the boy's lips to shush him. "We'll worry about that in the morning. Tonight rules don't matter."

With a shinning smile, Rock Lee responded with a breathy, "Hai, Gai-sensei."