Teach Me

Teach Me

Three days into training, Naruto was getting extremely frustrated. All Jiraiya ever did was stare at bathing or swimming women and the blond wanted the old man to train him. Irked at the man’s behavior, Naruto attempted to correct the situation, sending off a shadoplicplication transformed as a naked Jiraiya to chase off the happily splashing girls. Shrieks filled the air as the swimsuit-clad young women ran for their lives.

“No!” Jiraiya shouted, half-standing as if to follow the retreating women. Naruto started laughing hysterically, losing his concentration to such a point that his transformed replication vanished in a puff of smoke. Even then, the damage was already done, the women long gone. Jiraglarglared death. “Naruto!”

“Nani?” the blond asked, partially wryly and partially amusedly from his prank.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jiraiya yelled.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Naruto returned angrily. “You’re supposed to be training me!”

“Train you?” Jiraiya asked, just as angry. “I have been training you! You were supposed to be practicing while I collected information for my novel!”

“Novel?” Naruto scoffed. “You were just peeping, you old pervert! And that’s all you’ve been doing all day. Teach me something!”

“Fine,” Jiraiya growled. “For starters, THAT,” he pointed towards where Naruto had sent his naked clone, “is not what I look like! If you’re going to make copies of me, at least make them accurate.” A bit red in the face, Jiraiya yanked off his clothes, anger getting the better of him. The naked representation of himself that Naruto had sent off was simply insulting. First off, men were far hairier than the blond had presented, having gone through puberty. Secondly, there was the matter of size. “This is what adults look like, baka!”

“More wrinkles, more hair,” Naruto said, aiming his summary to irritate the older man. It was kind of fun watching Jiraiya turn that particular shade of red. “Got it.”

With a muffled curse, Jiraiya took a step forward, intent on smacking the smirking blond upside his head. The young teenager dropped his mirth and took several quick paces back, suddenly blank blue eyes watching the older man carefully. The abrupt change in attitude and expressions caused the frog hermit to pause and study his charge more closely. The blond was tense, possibly from the threat of being concussed, but his eyes told Jiraiya that there was something more to the situation.

His eyes were a composite of so many things that he had to stop to untangle the look he was getting. The wariness was a given, since anyone about to be kicked in the head should be if they knew what was good for them. Suspicion was a little odd, but understble ble for the same reason. Both were shadowed by a look of disappointment and a hint of repressed sadness.

What the hell? Jiraiya thought, anger forgotten. The only times he had seen eyes like that was on a puppy who had been kicked repeatedly and on a woman who had been… Shit. The people of Kohana openly hated him, avoided him and occasionally hit him, but surely no one had ever taken it to that extreme. Had they? He cautiously placed one hand on the boy’s shoulder, fighting bile in his throat when the blond flinched, his eyes growing desolate and non-responsive. His eyes dropped and he mumbled something that took Jiraiya a few moments to untangle enough to understand.

“Tell me when you’re done.”

Jiraiya yanked his hand back as if burnt. How many times had the kid been hurt that he’d just idly allow his abuse? Who had broken him so badly that he didn’t even struggle?

Does he have so little faith in me? Jiraiya wondered. Another even worse thought broke into his mind. Has he ever had anyone who hasn’t betrayed him? No one to turn to? If that was the case, there were a number of people in Kohana that he was going to have words with. Translation, he was going to beat half the population of the town into bloody pulp, assuming he didn’t kill a few of them outright.

Naruto collapsed, eyes fluttering shut. Jiraiya barely had time to catch him before he landed, the boy dangling limply from his arms, a battered puppet with its strings cut. He swore, recognizing the high level technique the boy was using. In battle, when all else failed, fake death so that your opponent would stop attacking. It used a lot of chakra and stopped both the cardiac and pulmonary systems, even cooling the body down after a few minutes. The problem was that Naruto was putting too much energy into the maneuver. It was a miracle he hadn’t killed himself in the past doing so.

Sitting down with the limp form seated on one thigh, Jiraiya considered slapping the blonde’s cheeks to snap him to awareness, but decided against it. The technique numbed all of his senses and he wouldn’t be able to feel it. The chakra in the boy swirled to a stop and he cursed. He’d have to restart it himself if he wanted Naruto to wake up immediately. Laying one hand over the boy’s forehead, he started channeling his own chakra into the unconscious child, relieved when Naruto shifted in his grip even if he was twisting to escape.

“Wake up,” Jiraiya said firmly. Naruto mumbled incoherently, trying to slip back into his technique. Jiraiya shot another burst of chakra through the blond, the equivalent of a psychic slap. “Damn it, Naruto! Wake up!”

“Hurts,” Naruto mumbled in complaint, shoving at Jiraiya. The frog hermit clenched his eyes shut, trying not to imagine what it spe specifically that was hurting the little blond.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jiraiya said persistently, trying to get the blond to finish waking up. Naruto tried to fade back out, either ignoring or not hearing the man. The frog hermit started to panic. He wasn’t good with kids, especially upset ones, and now he was saddled with one that would probably die if he didn’t figure something out. He cursed, doing the only thing he knew how to do.

With a surge of chakra, he gave the blond a jolt of energy that was quite similar to licking a wall socket.

A pained shout rang immediately through the air, Naruto escaping the older man’s grasp as he lunged forward, landing in an awkward position face down and legs straight up. He came to life suddenly, rolling to his feet and pointing an accusing finger at Jiraiya.

“What’d you do that for?!” he yelled, glaring. He blinked, a frown making its way onto his face. “And why are you naked?”

Jiraiya face faulted. Apparently the runt blocked out all memories as well as sensations. Could he really be performing so difficult a technique without knowing at all?

It took a few seconds for the frog hermit to collect his thoughts, his mind a jumble. He was furious with the people of Kohana that had abused the innocent child. He felt a severe desire to hunt down those responsible, beat them senseless and castrate their unconscious mutilated forms. If not for the fact that he felt he had to stay with Naruto, he’d have done just that.

He felt sorry for Naruto and was worried about his state of health, both mentally and physically. He knew that the boy had suffered, but had never suspected that it had been so bad. The blond had terrified him when he’d dropped unconscious in a mortally dangerous technique.

“Pervert?” Naruto asked. Jiraiya jumped, not having realized that he’d fazed out for so long.

“Suman, suman,” he said reflexively. “Naruto? I want you to promise me that you’ll never use that jutsu again.”

“Why? So you can stare at woman instead of train me?” Naruto asked, looking vexed.

Jiraiya sighed, a quickly forming habit. That jutsu had really done a number on the boy’s mind if he didn’t remember it at all. Either that, or he was purposely being obtuse to avoid the subject.

“Not that jutsu,” Jiraiya pressed.

The blood drained from Naruto’s face and Jiraiya sighed ygaingain, preparing himself for another round. Naruto simply turned around, dropping his gaze and hunching in on himself. He started to walk away, too tired to run or use any techniques to escape.

“Where are you going?” Jiraiya called. Naruto stumbled to a halt, but didn’t aro around. Unfortunately for the frog hermit, he didn’t speak, making it more difficult for the older man. “Naruto… you’re not to blame for anything that happened to you and I don’t think any less of you because of it.” Naruto turned his head a few degrees to the side, eyeing the white-haired man out of the corner of his eye. Jiraiya was gaining ground, but slowly. He tried to think of what he had missed. “You’re completely safe in my presence. I’d never force myself on anyone and I’ve already told you that I’d never hurt you.”

Naruto continued to stare at him in an unsettling manner, still mulling something over. After a few minutes, Jiraiya started to get a bit uneasy. He spoke up.

“Nani?” he asked flatly.

“Why haven’t you put your pants back on?” Naruto asked in a dangerous tone. “Are you hoping that I’ll miraculously jump you?” His hissed tone lost some of its viciousness and his voice started to sound betrayed. “You promised not to hurt me.”

Jiraiya sighed and reached for his pants. “Naruto, even if I did want to sleep with you…” Naruto cut him off furiously.

“And I’m not good enough to sleep with?” he asked coldly.

“That’s not what I meant!” Jiraiya said hastily. “I’ve told you on the first day with me that you were sexy,” Jiraiya said. He had told the blond that, but at the time, it had been to distract him from his chakra building, a taunt to make the boy irritated.

“But I’m too dirty,” Naruto concluded. Jiraiya’s jaw dropped. Could the boy turn everything into an insult aimed at him? Was that all he knew from the world?

“Do you want me to sleep with you?” Jiraiya asked in frustration. Naruto stepped away, starting to shake again. The frog hermit flopped back with a pained sound, wishing that he was better with children, or at least had a better hold on his temper.

“I…”

“I’m sorry, Naruto. I didn’t mean that,” Jiraiya said. “I’m started to get frustrated that I don’t know what to do or say.”

“You told me you wouldn’t hurt me…”

“Yes, and I meant it.”

“But you… offered… to sleep with me,” Naruto stammered. “And it hurts when…” He sounded so unsure that it was almost painful to listen to him. From his prone position, Jiraiya raised his head a few inches and thumped it against the ground a few times.

“Not if done properly,” Jiraiya muttered, unmindful of the not-so-innocent ears nearby. When he looked up, he saw the twelve-year-old staring at him in that creepy manner again. So softly that Jiraiya almost couldn’t hear him, he spoke again.

“And you can do it properly?” Naruto asked.

Jiraiya raised his head to look at the boy solemnly, the blond still not meeting his eyes. He expected the boy to retract his half-spoken unrealized request. When Naruto continued to stand silently, eyes downcast, Jiraiya rolled ly tly to his feet. With slow movements so as to not startle the boy, he approached the smaller form from behind.

Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around the smaller form, a little worried by the speed of the pounding heartbeat beneath his forearms. He sat down, pulling Naruto with him and placing the boy on his thigh, seated sideways against the hermit. By then, the blond was shaking so hard that he would have fallen over had Jiraiya not been holding on to him. He tightened his hold, clutching the boy protectively to his chest while he shook.

“Just breathe, Naruto,” he soothed, making no move to further the situation, at least until the boy relaxed a little. He pressed his lips to the blonde’s for a moment in a chaste kiss, drawing away after a few seconds before the child could panic. “Miso flavored,” he teased. Finally, a delicate smile flickered across Naruto’s face.

“Pork ramen,” No coo corrected, playing along with the gentle teasing.

“Really?” Jiraiya asked softly. “I’ll have to check.”

Lowering his head, he took Naruto’s mouth with his, sucking on his lower lip. He pressed forward, running his tongue along the boy’s lips, causing him to squirm at the new sensation. Surrendering control, Naruto opened his mouth, letting the older man play with his tongue and outline the cont of of his mouth. The feeling was odd and new, but he decided that he liked it.

Naruto started to curl his fingers into the frog hermit’s shirt, jerking when his hands encountered bare skin. Jiraiya hadn’t gotten as far as repng tng the garment, wearing only his pants. Drawing back from the kiss, the older man started to remove Naruto’s orange jacket, hesitating when the boy went rigid. He came up with an immediate solution.

Jiraiya licked Naruto’s lower lip, kissing his mouth chastely before moving across his jaw and down his neck. He nipped at the skin near the shirt line, again pulling at the blonde’s jacket. This time, he didn’t object its removal. He obligingly took lowered his mouth onto a nipple, laving the raised peak. Naruto arched into the touch, gasping softly.

Looking down, he smirked to see a lump in the orange pants. Trembling hips raised slightly in asking, a confused noise emanating from Naruto’s lips. Jiraiya wondered if the blond had ever had an erection before. The boy looked so confused that the frog hermit sighed, distracting both himself and his future lover with a deep kiss. If the boy had never had an erection before, it meant that none of the bastards that had abused him had ever had the decency to bring him to completion as well. Not that that was surprising behavior from cold-blooded rapists.

Jiraiya swept one hand up his thigh, stopping just short of the cloth-covered bulge, teasing the blond in his lap. He wasn’t expecting the reaction he got. Naruto broke off the kiss with a strangled cry and lurched away, trying to escape the gentle touch.

“I won’t hurt you,” Jiraiya said, repeating the mantra. Naruto stilled, panting.

Thinking that the blond had settled, he moved his hand up, grasping the warm bulge and squeezing gently. Naruto made a strangled noise and bit down on his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. Jiraiya jumped, not dislodging the teeth in his flesh. The boy had fangs! Since when had the boy had fangs?

Not taking the hint, he removed the interfering cloth, partially lifting the boy to pull the baggy pants off entirely. He ignored the tightening grip on his shoulder, grasping the freed length and pumping it determinedly. A loud growl echoed through the air, the vibrations stinging his maimed shoulder.

Jiraiya laid his free hand on Naruto’s head, running his fingers through the golden locks. He turned his head, trying to coax the boy into a kiss, hoping he would prefer it to gnawing on his shoulder. No such luck.

Determined to kiss something, he traced the ridges of the ear under his questing lips. Naruto loosed his death grip, tilting his head towards the sensation. Jiraiya grinned. He had found a sensitive spot. He nipped the cartilage, earning himself a whimper, the blond thrusting into his hand.

The hand he’d had tangled in the boy’s hair seemed necessary elsewhere. His fingers trailed down his lover’s back, palms pressing against a shoulder blade before continuing further down. At the waist level, Naruto loosed another warning growl, a rumbling sound that no human throat could make.

Wary of another set of teeth marks on him, the frog hermit took the shell of Naruto’s ear into his mouth, sucking hard. When the blond gasped, he dropped his hand, cupping a firm butt cheek in his palm, massaging the pale globe. Immediately, claws curled into Jiraiya’s abdomen, only the bad angle at which the blond was sitting at saving the older man from serious damage.

Snarling, Naruto whipped his head to the side, aiming his fangs at the throat that had previously pressed to his cheek. Managing to keep from panicking, though just barely, Jiraiya latched his own teeth down just short of breaking skin, holding Naruto in place by his ear. Chuckling, he spoke up, careful to keep his hold, still idly pumping his young lover.

“I thought you wanted me to teach you,” Jiraiya laughed softly.

“Teach me?” Naruto repeated in a low thundering voice, his lips brushing against the white-haired man’s throat. It was only then that the frog hermit realized how close the blond had come to reaching his target.

“Consider this a lesson on the specifics of your body,” he continued calmly. “As well as a new jutsu.”

“Jutsu?” Naruto asked, managing to reclaim his ear. He looked up at Jiraiya with bright red eyes, hints of blue sanity slowly returning to the orbs.

Dropping the smooth rear in one hand and the firm arousal in the other, he brought his hands together in a quick seal. Smoke cleared to show both hands slicked with a clear lubricant. Blue-flecked red eyes narrowed in annoyed resignation.

“Pervert,” Naruto growled, eyes reddening again. “You would know that.”

Jiraiya just smiled and brought his hands up alongside Naruto’s next to his abdomen. He nudged his wrists into the blonde’s hands, earning himself a baffled look.

“Guide me,” xplaxplained. He cut off the forming protest. “I want you to be in charge of the final decision. I’ll push you no further.”

Naruto’s fingers closed gingerly around the older man’s wrists, claws vanishing from his hands and red receding from his eyes. Control. He’d just been granted utter control of the encounter, something that had never been given to him in a sexual situation.

“No,” Naruto said simply, releasing his hold and leaning away. The frog hermit allowed him to pull away, to escape fully if he desired. True to his word, he would not force the blond.

Naruto stood up and turned, reseating himself in Jiraiya’s lap, fully facing him. The older man raised one eyebrow in question. He haoughought that the blond was leaving, but the thrust to his abdomen said otherwise. Lips were crushed together as Naruto wrapped his arms around the other man possessively.

“Finish what you started,” Naruto ordered.

“As you wish,” Jiraiycedeceded, moving to obey. He was greatly relieved that the red seemed to have completely left the blonde’s eyes.

The frog hermit lowered his hands, sliding his slicked fingers into the crevice he encountered. He traced the puckered entrance there, pressing against the opening but not entering. Naruto had stilled against him, nuzzling his neck as he waited for his teacher to begin. A tongue flickering across his neck signaled the man to begin, sliding a single digit into his young partner.

For a moment, Jiraiya thought he was in serious trouble. At the intrusion, Naruto snapped his head back, eyes actually glowing. He proceeded carefully, moving deeper to stroke the boy’s prostrate. The eyes grew brighter. Sleeping with the blond seemed to be a deadly matter and he wondered briefly how anyone had managed it in the past, especially against his will.

Naruto’s hands shot across him and he was certain he was about to be severely injured. Amazement struck yet again when the hands didn’t go for flesh, instead yanking insistently against his pants, the only barrier still between them, tearing the cloth free in his fervor. His only response to the lack of the garment was to press a second finger inside the blond.

Jiraiya started the task of scissoring his fingers to prepare the boy to be taken, but was stopped abruptly when clawed fingers grasped his arms. He went still, awaiting his next command.

“Don’t,” Naruto growled, teeth flashing. Jiraiya began to lose any hope that he would change back to himself any time in the near future. A mouth crashed into his and he was introduced to the sensation of fangs pressed to his lips. They pulled away just as suddenly. “Take me,” he ordered. “I don’t need to be prepared.”

Jiranoddnodded and withdrew his fingers, slicking his length despite the statement that he didn’t need help before coupling. The older man lifted his charge from beneath his thighs, setting him down slowly. He slowed further when the head of his erection pressed against the fox’s opening. Naruto growled and slapped his hands away, shoving himself downwards.

Ignoring the boy’s claims that he didnish ish to be left in charge, the frog hermit held still while the tiny blond rode him. He barely dared to reach between them to pump the fox’s length. He tilted his head to the side to playfully nibble on a sensitive ear, his eagerness falling to worry when his searching lips encountered a pointed tip. He went silent, keeping up movements of both mouth and hands to maintain appearances to keep his lover from wondering about where his mind was. Had the seal failed? Teethped ped at his neck, still deadly fangs. No the seal hadn’t failed. The boy was just too worked up and chakra was flaring.

Too much chakra. Ift wat was the case, he’d just have to rush things a bit before matters got out of hand.

Pumping the erection before him harder and faster, he upped the rest of his efforts, suckling the boy’s ear fiercely and pinching a nipple. For further stimulation, he created a shadow replication behind the blond, his copy taking the other ear and nipple. It was too much for the sandwiched blond and he cried out, coming fiercely against the original’s abdomen. Well practiced, Jiraiya followed immediately, not sure if the boy would put up with him for any length of time following his own completion.

The shadow replication vanished, leaving the joined pair alone. Panting, Jiraiya started to lift the boy from him when he cried out, legs tightening around the older man’s waist. Utterly confused, the frog hermit went still. After a moment, he concluded that the young boy simply enjoyed the comfortable, and probably for the first time, loved feeling.

Jiraiya lay back, pulling Naruto with him, the boy cradled against his chest. The blond settled against him with a satisfied purr. The sound spurred the hermit to twirl his fingers across a formerly tipped ear. A relieved sigh escaped him when he found a smoothly curved shell. The boy had finally relaxed and stopped sending out entirely too much chakra for his body to handle.

It was almost an hour before Naruto shifted again, pulling off of his mentor’s length. He startled, having thought that the blond was asleep.

“Old man?” Naruto started, a thankfully blue gaze meeting his dark eyes.

“Aa?”

“You said this was a lesson…”

“Aa.”

“So tell me… what would you do if I said I wasn’t paying attention?”

Jiraiya growled, much like Naruto had been doing only moments before. “I’d have to repeat the lesson.”

Lips twisted into a smirk next to his neck. “I wasn’t paying attention.”


OWARI

Translations
Nani – what
Aa – yes
Jutsu – technique (roughly)
Chakra – energy (roughly… go watch the series if you don’t know)

This was intended as a one shot fic, but I was considering a sequel with a new pairing of Iruka/Naruto. Should I continue or not? R&R!